For Thanksgiving, Jerry and I traveled to Alabama to visit his family. We always have a great time there and come home feeling relaxed, refreshed and fatter. Yes, as in plump. I could go on and on about the Thanksgiving meal, the fried turkey, the casseroles, the spinach dip. But instead I want to tell you about Friday.
No, this isn’t a post about shopping. In fact Jerry and I stayed warm in our bed until at least 9:30am on the busiest shopping day of the year. However, amidst a sea of leftovers, we were treated to the most fabulous seafood feast I have ever had (outside of our first night in San Fransisco). We’re talking grilled halibut, shrimp and scallops in a basil cream sauce, rice, sourdough rolls, broccoli casserole, asparagus casserole, and last but not least, Alaskan King Crab legs.
Yes I said crab legs. On. The. Day. AFTER. Thanksgiving. I don’t know that I have the guts to order crab legs in a restaurant. I love the meat, but the whole shell cracking ordeal always overwhelms me. Not so on this chilly November 23rd day in Alabama. If you ask my about Thanksgiving, I will tell you about crab legs.
Of course I am thankful for much more than the food. I have a wonderful husband who loves me, amazing friends and family, a church that I love and a God that provides for me. I am blessed to live in a Country that allows me to be free, and grateful to understand that true freedom comes with boundaries. I can be serious and silly and still be me. I can eat crab legs from Alaska while in Alabama in November. Who could ask for more?