Pureed Pzazz: Giving Thanks

“When it's over, I want to say: all my life

I was a bride married to amazement.

I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it is over, I don't want to wonder

if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,

or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.”

― Mary Oliver

Thanksgiving isn't really about food. It's my favorite holiday, because it asks that each of us remind ourselves of the amazing goodness in our life. When Tom drove me home from the hospital on Sunday after 4 days there, I was awed by the sunshine, the beauty of sumac on the hillside, the stark graceful branches on the bare trees, the towering pines whistling their calming invitation to embrace life. Mary Oliver's poem says it so eloquently. And as I spent 4 days in the hospital, once again, I did indeed, contemplate my time on this earth.

I'm glad Thanksgiving is more about gratefulness than it is about food, because food is still not appealing to me. But if that changes in the next day, my husband said he will gladly make these soups for me. They are the ones I made last year for Thanksgiving. Below that are some other possible soup ideas for you. More importantly, enjoying the presence of Caleb and Kiara, and Dan, and Sam and my husband is all that really matters to me.