Thanksgiving Redux

We've had the family Thanksgiving get-togethers. Two of them this year. Most family members were gathering except son Steve and wife who needed to be with their Marine son in Key West. and grandson Daniel Kirk who with family lives in San Francisco and is unable to fly across the country at a moment's notice with his family.
I miss Daniel and Steve but I understand. It is the way it is.
Steve is a man and as men are constructed he does not keep up with his Dad by visiting and/or calling on the landline but he does the next best thing which is he and his wife moved into a house across the street from me so they can keep tabs on dear old Dad from afar.
Daniel, well that is a little more complicated, or it would have been without his daily contribution to the world of deep theology-writing under the title of Storied Theology. I am told that grandson Daniel Kirk has a following of around 500 souls who read his writings (I am one of the 500) and I must say I am impressed with the vast territory he covers and how well he does it.
Blogging seems to run in that Kirk family and I say that because his wife Laura Kirk is a blogger too, albeit not on the same quantity level as her husband. She writes about wonderful, glorious creations of culinary origins that make me wish she were still living here on the eastern Seaboard, in close proximity like across the street from me but for now that seems to be wishful thinking. Sorry but I just cannot get that gorgeous lamb dish she prepared this past Easter out of my mind. By the way, look in my bio for the title of Laura's blog.

Now to come back to where I started, those of the family who live rather close by in the Eastern part of the States, we had a great two days of feasting. One the more traditional version, expertly prepared by the youngest daughter, the other equally expertly prepared by the older daughter whose spread included breakfast dishes like bacon and eggs and the Dutch delicacy called "poffertjes" that resemble small yeast pancakes eaten with a true dollop of real butter and covered with a hefty bunch of 10X sugar. On Thanksgiving with a cold wind blowing you do not mess around with dietary considerations.
And now, getting closer to the time that this batchelor needs to make decisions about what to eat for supper, or if he should eat supper at all because his stomach is still feeling nicely filled, this is becoming a real problem because if he wants to eat supper it is close to the time that he needs to dig in the freezer and pull something edible out to defrost.
And, frankly, having feasted at the tables of my daughters, and knowing full well the much lower level of my quality cooking, I may just eat a few oatmeal cookies, a bit of great tasting milk chocolate with hazelnuts, and wash it all down with a great homegrown cup of real black coffee.
Ah, a great idea for "supper".