So I went to my cousin Dawn’s house for Thanksgiving. I did not bring Mona this year. She had her kids and she’s not ready to introduce them to me yet. Which I’m fine with.
I’d offered to make my special homemade pasta for the pasta course. Alas, this year, no pasta. Soup instead. And I don’t have a special signature soup.
But she said I could bring fruit as the fruit portion of dessert. So I decided to get a fruit salad. No… I decided to MAKE a fruit salad.
I went to my local market and bought several pint containers of pre-cut fruit:
That’s right. Mango. I meant bidness.
Dumped them all in a bowl, mixed them up. Then I had to put it all in a plastic bag for transportation because I didn’t have aluminum foil to cover the bowl.
Ok, the presentation was lacking. But the effort was there. It wasn’t a pre-mixed friut salad. The fact that I bought them separately and mixed them myself made me feel like I actually cooked something. Kinda.
Ah, the low food-bringing expectations of a single man.
Happy Thanksgiving all!