How is everyone recovering from their food comas?

About to initiate a new round as I cook a second day Thanksgiving.

Emmett is snorfling asleep on the couch. I took coffee in to JZ who is under an extra comforter because it was frickin' cold last night.

Matilda still zonked out.

We're having leftovers tonight with my grandfather who had Thanksgiving yesterday with other relatives, but right now ltc is at the mall with her grandparents and we are enjoying the quiet.

Happy Pie for Breakfast Day!

One thing I hate about overeating on Thanksgiving is that it fucks with my appetite for weeks afterward. I get ravenously hungry, and then I take only a few bites and I feel full and bloated. Then it repeats only a few hours later.

Hour nap after dinner yesterday, which meant I finally got to sleep before 3:30 AM. Was startled out of sleep by a nightmare at 6:30 and couldn't settle, so I've been up since then. I foresee a nap in my afternoon.

We are gratefully separated from leftovers because they either went home with our hostess' grandson, or remain with her.

(Yawn)

Tom, that's what happens to me with Chinese food.

I am trying a different recipe for cauliflower stuffing today. I didn't really like the one with roasted cauliflower. I think the seasoning needs to somehow seep in to the cauliflower.

Brazil celebrates black Friday in every store, for at least a week. Argentina, on the other hand, does not appear to have caught that particular disease.

Timelies, all. My inbox is full of emails urging me to shop today - I am maybe leaving the house and walking the block to the yoga studio, and only because my friend is substitute teaching. Otherwise it is cold and I have leftovers.

For the curious, the turkey tikka masala was great! We curled up together and watched a few episodes of Savage Builds, then drove Ken to the terminal to start home for his rounds of vacation critter tending/time with his best friend Mike, in town from Boston.

Had an up and down holiday. Pulled a muscle or something, so that nixed the 8-hour drive, but excellent husband got plane tix at the last minute. I arrived on Wednesday and Hung out with my brother who lives in the Netherlands and his wonderful wife. My niece was also there (she's getting her doctorate in forensic psychology) and she's a very fannish person, so we bond over shows and podcasts. It was a joy. Saw other family on Thursday morning during food prep. We had wanted a smaller do at my nephews house, but my Aunt and Uncle like to invite a huge group of their friends each year and we decided to do one last blowout. We rent the church hall.

My poor uncle. (Who is 96 and in frail health) took a very bad turn, so I was called at 2pm to be informed the family wasn't coming and I had to host the 30 or so people I didn't know for dinner. One of my two brothers was there along with his family, so that was nice, and the meal ended up being very nice-except for worry about my uncle. Luckily, he pulled through! He is on hospice care, so it's only a matter of time, but I got to see him and my aunt this morning. I'm certain this is the last time I'll see him, and I I'm so glad I got to be with him when he was conscious.