A Reclusive Thanksgiving

We hope all of our followers in the USA enjoyed a hearty and happy Thanksgiving.

For our part, this was a chance for us to dodge  the annoying aspects of the mandatory rituals that have encrusted Thanksgiving ---  the forced consumption, the endless loop of irrelevant football games, and, for us, preparing large meals for extended family members who always seem to avoid pitching in to the best of their ability.

With our daughters out of town, and my two older daughters committed to dining with their Mother, our River City  TG day feast would have been a B-list affair in any event. So we took the opportunity to motor 1350 miles west to seek shelter here in our SW hideaway.

We were committed to a hermits holiday, so when some folks here invited us to join them for their holiday meal with a group of friends from Florida, we politely demurred.  The home made pies our potential hostess described were certainly tempting (particularly to Mistress), but we had a nagging suspicion that the dinner time chat would quickly lurch into a heated debate about the merits of our Pussygrabber in Chief. Not good for the digestion, or compatible with our desire for a non-traditional holiday.

Rather than park on the couch, munching "starters", or hunkered down  in front of our laptops to do some early on line holiday shopping, we enjoyed some early morning wake up sex, then headed up to the "Top of New Mexico". With snow unusually sparse so far this season, the trail was open for what turned into a 7 hour "jaunt" up and down our adopted state's highest peak. We had learned a lesson on Kili: slow and steady up the trail. At the 13,400 foot top we had an enjoyable chat with a Seattle couple, new to town, who had also found an excuse to avoid a traditional holiday with family back in on the West Coast.

From the top, Mistress also texted our Kili Guide, aka Mountain Man, with a picture of us celebrating our holiday "conquest". He's down in Patagonia now, readying for that trek to the top of Antarctica. He responded within moments  with a humorous congratulatory text, reporting on some nice weather down under.  Mistress was pleased.

Back at home at around 5 pm, we committed the ultimate TG atrocity: dinner for two with our dumbed down "feast"  whipped up and in the oven in about 15 minutes. With a roast chicken and squash in the oven, it gave us time for a brief recuperative nap to rest stiff and achy legs and feet. 90 minutes later, slave quickly whipped up some low energy sides: Brussel sprouts, canned cranberries, and (the horror) STOVE TOP STUFFING!

After that long hike, and the glow of another gorgeous sunset still fading on the horizon, the meal was every bit as yummy as the full tilt feast we would have taken hours to prepare for surly and ungrateful guests back in River City. And the clean up was a comparative snap, without all those extra wine glasses and plates to jam into the dishwasher, as drunken guests jammed the kitchen but failed to lend a helping hand.

Of course, our mission wasn't accomplished until my particularly yummy desert: the chance to worship Mistress shortly after we retired to our bed.

This could be the start of a new family tradition!