verb (used with object)
1.to fulfill the desires, expectations, needs, or demands of (a person, the mind, etc.); give full contentment to: The hearty meal satisfied him.
I have learned over the last 3 months of beginning to change my relationship with food that truly being satisfied is something I have not experienced. What a surprise that I would become aware of what it means to be satisfied on what is know as the most gluttonous day of the year. Thanksgiving has such stigma of being all about overindulgence, gorging and leftovers when it comes to the celebratory meal. I would like to tell you about my Thanksgiving and how this would be the first year that I learned what it meant to be satisfied.
I took a great deal of time in planning the meal. I wanted it to be delicious as well as healthy with a few indulgences. One of my best friends drove down from Chicago on Wednesday night, Tara has been a huge support from the very beginning. She has asked me the hard questions, challenged me , and above all been there every single time I have needed her without fail.
Tara is vegan, she is gluten free and she would be the driving force behind the menu. A huge gift in so many ways because I wanted the meal to feel just as special for her as everyone else. Here is what we ended up having.
Buttermilk soaked roast chicken with a honey, garlic, lemon zest glaze
Veggie loaf prepared with zucchini, wild mushrooms, lentils, quinoa, shallots, leeks and yellow squash
Sweet potato, yukon gold, and butternut squash mash with a little almond milk and olive oil
Cranberry and orange relish with local honey
Caramelized fennel, with asparagus, edamame and herbed goat cheese on the side
My mothers famous stuffing
Wonderful wine offerings from our personal somalies Mel & Bob
Dessert was a variety of organic cupcakes (including vegan/glutton free) from Sugar Cupcakery
Coffee from Tara’s amazing cafe/coffee shop in Chicago called “The Grind”
I am not sure how to even express how it feels to be able to enjoy something in moderation not eating out of stress, or to fill an emotion or to just keep eating to self destruct in the presence of my own demons. It felt so different to me on so many levels. Make no mistake, there were challenges. The cupcakes were a very thought out decision, as they were decadent but they were portion control built in! Yes, they were a splurge but one that I felt so, so good about. The other issue was my mother’s stuffing. It is the best and the one thing I did not want to sacrifice, it is the one thing in the meal I measured out…actually my dear friend Mel measured it out for me. One half cup ( I brought the measuring cup to the table) and I enjoyed every morsel of the buttery, glorious mound of bready goodness…moms stuffing was always my fathers absolute favorite. It was part of the plan and I felt great about being able to enjoy something that held so many memories. To my amazing mom, dear friends John, Mel, Bob and Tara and to Tully, Maggie and Tristan…it was the perfect day of love, laughter, giving thanks, remembering those no longer with us, watching Tristan learn to trust more and be brave as he was exposed to new people and new situations, and finding out the joy of what it feels like to love myself and be satisfied. Thank you, thank you, thank you.