Thanksgiving...is...over. One more holiday done and accounted for. It was fun, and everyone gorged themselves on wonderful food and good company. And I am always amazed at how you can cook and clean and decorate for two full days, and eat your meal in an hour or so, max. And then...it's time to clean up! Yay! And then you have refrigerators full of rich left over food that you eat compulsively because it is there, and you can't help it. Well. Really, I am talking about me. I don't know about you.
But we got really lucky around here-- we got sick! The day after Thanksgiving, F began to wilt around the edges and proceeded to vomit all night. The next morning I was queasy and had body and muscle aches. I was terrified we had poisoned all our guests with our magnificent feast, so I called my friend who was also here. When she answered, I said, "Hi. Are you sick?" And she said, "Are you psychic?". So I called my other friend, who has a toddler. Thankfully, they all were fine, though they had eaten the same food (except the toddler, because she's at an age where she doesn't actually eat food). I was relieved, and since my malaise seemed to be centered around body aches and the need to sleep absolutely every moment of the day, I figured it must be some other bug which happened to be floating around.
But to get back to the lucky part-- I couldn't eat anything! Except a few little rice crackers! I have broken the Thanksgiving cycle of food, food and more leftover food! I am not even tempted by the exquisite slice of cheesecake topped by cranberries and cointreau that is sitting, leftover and lonely, in the fridge! Well okay, maybe a little.