The gobbler holiday has come and gone, and it was a quiet one here on the homestead.
Nichole made a flying trip up here to have some quality Daddy time. We’ve had to put a nix on a houseful of kids/grandkids because Rick’s immune system is still fragile, but one or two people at a time doesn’t seem to be a problem.
Considering it was just 2 people that were going to be eating, I decided to scale down the size of the bird to a Cornish Game Hen, which was more than plenty for us to eat.
The big surprise of the day came when Rick took three bites of mashed potatoes, the first solid food he’s had in over a month! Nichole and I almost cried tears of joy. Nobody had to wonder what I was giving thanks for this holiday, because that right there spoke volumes.
Although we like to pretend that Nichole travels all this way just to see her parents, deep down we know that the resident furball holds the top spot in her heart.
I’m not sure the feeling is mutual, but she’s working on that.