Another Thanksgiving has come and gone and it was once again delightful. Truly my favorite holiday. But this year was even better.
Yes, my parents were visiting. Yes, we had sunny weather. Yes, my turkey was moist and the stuffing plentiful.
But even better than that?
I was proven right.
Two years ago I wrote a post about my favorite Thanksgiving memory: when Santa’s pants fell down at the end of the Macy*s Thanksgiving Day Parade. I hope against hope every year that it happens again, but in this YouTube age, it wouldn’t be as funny. This holiday I received three comments and an email about that post, and every single one made me grin like a lunatic. I didn’t hallucinate it! I tried finding a video online, but if one exists, it’s well hidden. I’m also pickled tink that I’m #2 in a Google search for “Santa’s Pants Fell Down.” It may be the little things, but this made my weekend.
Sadly, I must confess that my pie skills are no better than they were 24 months ago. As much as I adore pecan pie, and I mean I’d eat it for every meal if I could, I appear to have lost my touch for good. Instead, I now have a great talent for making tooth-breaking pecan brittle. Heavy on the brittle. Makes me cry a little inside. I blame the altitude. And the gluten-free-ness. And the fact that pecans hate me because I want to bake them into goo and shovel them into my gaping maw, warm with ice cream on top.
But at least my pants wouldn’t fall down.