So why am I so depressed now? Hopefully it's just 'cause of the horrible story nutmeg3 posted, which is one of those terrible stories of the crimes men commit against animals; 'cause when I feel this way, I hope it was caused by SOMETHING and it isn't just my unreasonable internal psyche picking on anything and everything that I internally fret over to make me depressed and moody. I'll go from "those poor baby cheetahs" to "everyone hates me" in mere seconds when this sort of thing happens.
ANYWAY, Thanksgiving was good. I miss having a lot of people to cook for, so as a result, there are a LOT of leftovers. It was only a 14-pound bird, but that does a lot more than feed three people. Gravy came out nicely -- I'm getting the hang of properly decanting the drippings and then straining it off into the roux. I also made a deep-dish pumpkin pie, a three-bread stuffing, and mashed potatoes. Barb made yam casserole with apples (yummy!) and there were peas and cute chocolate turkeys from Lake Champlain.
I have, on the bad side, actually gained weight for the first time in three years of maintaining a major weight loss, so I have to TRY and be good between now and Christmas.