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| Preparing my first raw, plant-based Thanksgiving dinner, poolside. 2006 Little did I know… |
I’ll never forget my first raw, plant-based Thanksgiving. Poolside in Key Largo, I was slicing, dicing and blending beautifully colored, tropically grown produce into these creations that smelled, looked and tasted OUT OF THIS WORLD.
My kids were picking limes off of the trees for the recipes. Fresh citrus juice dripped from our fingers as we snacked off of the cutting board and out the prep bowls. The sun was shining. The kids were splashing. Birds flew and chattered all around us. There was no stress about the timing or the heat factor of all my dishes. They were done and and could sit until we were ready to eat.
Then I went upstairs to the main kitchen where my husband and Mother-in-Law were preparing the traditional part of the meal…
After traversing through the cloud of fried butter, I noticed the bottle of disinfectant and paper towels that were being used to clean up behind the bird. Timing is EVERYTHING when preparing a traditional Thanksgiving feast so the vibe in the upstairs kitchen was, rightfully so, far from the beach party we were having down by the pool.
However, the joke was on me. Guess who was the only one NOT in a tryptophan coma after dinner, therefore the only one available to clean up? Yep, yours truly.
Lucky me.
WARNING: Indulging in a plant-based Thanksgiving just might earn you solo KP Duty.
But, I wouldn’t change a thing.
Happy Thanksgiving!
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| Fresh citrus juice dripped from our fingers as we snacked off of the cutting board and out the prep bowls. |
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| The raw, plant-based (except for the V-8) Thanksgiving meal that earned me solo KP DUTY: Raw Burritos Gazpacho |
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