The smell of poultry no I mean home

This year I made my Mom’s classic nutloaf and cashew gravy for the first time. Last year I didn’t include either item on the menu because SB is literally deathly allergic to walnuts and nutloaf is all about the walnuts. This year we celebrated T Day at a nearby friends and neighbor’s house, where there was turkey aplenty.

A little background for people who might not know, I was born and raised vegetarian and my mother would make this dish instead of turkey every year. Since I still do not eat turkey, I figured it was a fair trade for SB and I. He ate turkey and I, nutloaf.

As I learned today, my Mom’s recipe calls for poultry seasoning, which I purchased just for this day and I now see I could have made from existing herbs in the cupboard. It is the main seasoning in the nutloaf. Smelling and tasting the loaf was like being home, but strange to realize it is also the smell of poultry (minus that meatiness). All the great poultry spice with none of the poultry, just the way I like it.

I ate sooo much food today, and that was before the three kinds of homemade dessert, plus all the champaign and wine. It was heavenly. But promptly at 5:30pm, SB and I left the party and headed in to work. After five hours of work I’m still full. How is that even possible?

And so ends my Thanksgiving day, I will retire to bed and try to sleep my way back to hunger.