Thanksgiving

I am thankful for many things. But mostly, for food. For all the food I am blessed to overeat. There's a lot of it around, and it's readily available and cheap and that's just super. I will not go hungry if my family has anything to do about it. And that's a super great thing. I feel for those who cannot have the wealth of food that I have available to me. For those who are dieting, for those who are skinny, for those who cannot appreciate over-eating until comatose, I am very sorry for you.

I tried my hand at cooking again. With mostly good results.

I made lemon cookies that were wonderful and spongy and moist.

Oh, they are all gone now. Gone into my belly.

Then I made two kinds of stuffing. Cornbread and regular stove-top and both were eaten and no one got sick so Hallelujah!

Then came the Piece de Resistance. The Butter Brickle Frozen delight. I found it when I was looking for more recipes that used cool whip.

Here's what it's supposed to look like.

Heaven on a plate

But due to the strange nature of cool whip and the even stranger nature of my recipe reading skills I froze my delight, and then thawed it. Which I wasn't supposed to do. Because it's a Frozen delight, not a thawed delight. Anyhoo, it melted and deflated everywhere when I took it out of the springform pan. 

Here's what mine looked like.

It slowly absorbed everything in it's way, like a carmel toffee amoeba

It started melting over the sides of the plate so I dumped it in a bowl and called it Butter Brickle Trifle. Still, not many ate it. I'm sure because of the wealth of desserts not because it wasn't as "delightful" as I had hoped.

Happy Thanksgiving.