Gravy

From a kneecap point of view the visions of peeled potatoes, loaves of bread being torn apart for mounds of dressing and a huge ugly turkey baking was pure heaven in the mind of bustersdaughter.   The Macy’s Thanksgiving day parade always was on the television and the air was filled with the smell and feel of a holiday. 

I still live with the aroma in the air and the phantom taste in my mouth of the festive trimmings and yearn for the past, but would be very satisfied if all I had was my family around a table and the taste of gravy.   

  I ask myself what is gravy, isn’t it like the icing on the cake.  The ending after the beginning.  The ala on the mode of your favorite pie.   I like to think life is alot like gravy, it is the finishing touch an ending or the beginning of the special and the care and desire for him  to please his family.

 Love and simplicity comes in many forms.

This time it came in the simpleness of a gravy boat.

Happy Thanksgiving

and

Pass

the

gravy.

***Bustersdaughter***