Thanksgiving

…or a tale about how I ate and ate and ate! The weekend, which I spent in Ottawa, was food-focused from the outset as this is the watercolour I gave my hosts:

It all started Saturday night, with an amazing dinner in the garden.

And the menu? Well, paella of course!

Sunday arrived, and we thought it best to have an early brunch (again outside) and then starve ourselves the rest of the day until Thanksgiving dinner.

Note: I did not starve myself and ate at least 3 tarts (butter, raspberry and apple/rhubarb)… Anyway, Thanksgiving dinner was a feast. Actually, it deserves a capital “F”: Feast. Turkey, stuffing, squash, turnips, parsnips, mashed potato, cauliflower cheese, greens, gravy, gaahhhh….!

All of it eaten outside, of course.

There was also a little counter dedicated to drinks.

But I digress, back to the food and this time it was dessert time: pumpkin pie and an assortment of tarts (i.e. the few that were left after I raided the kitchen).

One would think that the following day I’d be so full that I really wouldn’t want to eat much. WRONG!! We had brunch the following day: scrambled eggs with green tomatoes and peppers, leftover turkey and… yeah… more tarts!

The eating continued throughout the day: fish and chips for lunch and then Thanksgiving leftovers for dinner. Needless to say, I feel like Mr Creosote, from the Monty Python’s Meaning of Life..