We can come to the table without gratitude.
We can eat leftover pizza, a can of tuna, and some trail mix with joy, gratitude and great fellowship.
It makes no difference what is on that table.
The content of the heart is what brings the presence and power to the event.
Update on my whine about my circumstances from last week. We are going to be fine. It is going to suck like it sounds like it would, but I found two gift cards in the house that I can choose to use for groceries, or I can choose to hide and use for Christmas for the kids.
It all depends if I can decide not to need anything else.
I can. But I need monitoring.
I could live a fairly spartan existence.
Thankfully, my husband is a balance to me. My husband feels poor if he isn’t carrying the change for a coke or a stylish (read: expensive as hell) coffee.
I like to carry the change and flip off the coke machine as I walk by.
It can be a conflict.
But usually, I buy him cokes and he sometimes goes nuts and says, “Why don’t you just buy a damn laundry basket*, already?”
If you decide you need another side for the table, this one is fairly fast and fairly cheap. If you find out the night before that you need to bring something… this is the stuff.
Carrot Orange Jello
2 carrots shredded
1 large box orange** jello
1 small can CRUSHED*** pineapple, drained
Prepare jello according to package directions. Place in refrigerator until half set(gets kinda gloppy when you stir it). Add carrots and pineapple. Chill until set. 2-3 hours.
And now you are ready for Thanksgiving dinner. Mrs. Smith has your pies covered. She always did Grandma’s, and I never knew the difference.
*or whatever I had been going without like a
**You can use apricot or peach jello with decent results.
*** Heads Up. I can’t describe the frustration of finding out Thanksgiving morning you have rings or chunks. Well yeah, I can, but I would have to curse.