There are days when I am so tired from cooking, I feel as if my feet are screaming at me, "Please, woman, sit down!"
Tiredness from cooking is a good problem to have. It means that there's plenty of food to prepare -- a luxury not everyone shares
I suspect that by the weekend, plenty of other folks will feel similarly: Sore in the feet but content.
When I was growing up, the elderly woman living next door used to say that being tired is an indication that a holiday is near.
Believe me, I know that it's Thanksgiving time; I've been working on it since before Halloween.
Thanksgiving is a time when most of us (I hope) stop to give thanks, for the food on the table as well as the many other blessings in our lives.
I recently read a column by a writer who talked about families who go around the table before dinner so each member has a chance to say what he or she is thankful for.
His family, he noted, would never endure such a practice at the risk of the turkey getting cold and the gravy starting to congeal.
The column got me thinking about the past year and all the things for which I will give thanks.
This year has been a difficult one. The political vitriol that filled our lives (no matter which way you lean) was on overload. Friendships were fractured by the election, which was unlike all others.
I am certainly thankful that the election is over.
As the protests and debates continue, I will give thanks that I live in a country that not only permits but encourages such spirited debate.
I am thankful that the Cleveland Indians made it to the World Series. I suppose I would be more thankful had they won, but it was a great series, right down to the last extra inning, and I enjoyed every moment of it. (At least they lost to another longer-suffering team.)
I am thankful that I have hope for next year and the 2017 World Series. (I realize that "there's always next year" is the required attitude for an Indians fan, but I'm still glad for my optimism.)
I am always thankful for food and its abundance, and I try not to take it for granted, particularly in this new, uncharted political climate.
I am thankful for the family and friends who fill my days and will fill my table for Thanksgiving dinner.
And, as always, I am thankful for my readers.
Your questions keep me on my toes, and your phone calls and emails help give meaning to my work.
That's my list -- and I got it all in before anyone's dinner got cold.
-- Lisa Abraham writes about food for The Columbus (Ohio) Dispatch. Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org or follow her on Twitter at @DispatchKitchen.