We had been eating less meat these past couple of years, editing our diet so to speak. This thanksgiving was a celebration of all that we had accomplished, our very first vegan feast.
My Grandmother had been an army cook in world war two. She was quite the sight at these family gatherings. Nothing was going on in the kitchen, or so it appeared, and then one after the other dishes came as if by magic until the table was quite full.
Thanksgiving dishes brought a bouquet of aromas to the air, yet Olivia had eyes only for the nut loaf and cranberry sauce.
My favourite of the thanksgiving dishes was the lentil cottage pie, so hearty in its flavour and hue. There was a real comfort in its simplicity, a boldness to celebrating in that less indulgent way.
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