Pecan Pie and Coffee

I'm stuffed. As such I was forced, made to eat a slice of pecan pie...matter of fact Sweet Wife almost had to beat me with a stick and force it down my throat. She even forced a cup of fine coffee on me.

She's mean that way.

But let me tell 'ya, Southern Pecan Pie and an excellent cup of coffee sure hits the spot on a late Thanksgiving afternoon.

Time for a nap.

Stephen

A Thanksgiving Thank You

Several sticks of butter wait upon my butcher block; I want them soft and easy to spread on the turkey's breast.

My fresh herbs are on standby, and the stock, at a low simmer since yesterday, has given the house a thyme and sage scented richness.

The fresh cranberry sauce, prepared last evening, chills in the refrigerator. I hear the Macy's parade issuing from the family room where Sweet Wife sits with a blanket wrapped around her legs.

It's cool outside.

My coffee is hot, and for all this I give the Good Lord thanks.

I'm also thankful to Mike Miles. Thanks and welcome my new friend. Mike took a chance and hit my follower button a couple of days past, and Mike, I promise to always answer your comments. Take a chair and jerk a cup of coffee and let's have a chat.



May God bless each and every one of you.

Stephen