Day Nine - Blue

I’m not one for Thanksgiving dinners as there is no way I’d be able to eat an entire Thanksgiving feast by myself. However, Teddy insisted that we have a dinner to ourselves and that as it’s his day off, he’d be in charge of the cooking.

I had a hard time keeping away from the kitchen today with all the noises come from it, but any time I’d try to enter the room, I was shooed away. And it seems like most of our other guests have been helping Teddy cook, I’ve heard a lot of directions being given by Mrs Thomspon and Calvin’s laughter from the kitchen too.

As instructed by Teddy, I’ve spent most the day “relaxing” and reading one of the new books I picked up yesterday. It’s got a stunning blue flower on the cover, but I’m finding the overall story to be a bit depressing. I’ve gotten this far though, so I’ll see it through to the end.

My peaceful moment at the dining room table is interrupted when Teddy bursts into the room with a large plate of turkey slices in hand. Behind him comes in Mrs Thompson with vegetables and gravy, Mary with a bowl of stuffing and cranberry sauce, and finally, Calvin comes in with a bowl of blue-ish coloured goo.

The dishes are set down in front of me all steaming hot. They all smell amazing.

“You have outdone yourselves!” I say proudly. They all beam back at me, but I can’t help but notice we’re missing one guest.

“Where is, uh,” I’ve still been trying my best to not mention his name in front of Teddy.

“Oh, the guy could not chop up a vegetable to save his life so I got him working in the sitting room. I’ll go get him.” Teddy trots out of the room.

Everyone else takes their seats around the table. They are delighted to see all the food in front of them when Mary’s face suddenly turns sour.

“What is that?” she asks, pointing to the bowl of blue goo. I didn’t want to be rude about it, but I’m glad she asked.

“That’s Teddy’s accidental creation,” Calvin says, “he thought it would be fun to make blue mashed potatoes.”

I chuckle to myself at the thought of Teddy standing over a pot of boiling potatoes and thinking he was a mastermind.

“And what is it that makes them blue?” I ask.

Teddy comes back into the room at that moment with an answer.

“I am so glad you asked! The blue magic comes from purple cabbage!” he says and slides into the seat next to me.

William comes into the room shortly after to sit down beside Mary.

“Bon appetite, everyone!” Teddy exclaims and we all grab our cutlery to begin eating.

Each bite of food is delicious, and everyone is excitedly moving food around their plates. Teddy is quick to eat everything from his plate and of course goes for seconds.

Once we finish with the meal, Mrs Thompson sits back in her chair and looks around at everyone at the table.

“It’s lovely, I’m sure thankful that I can still celebrate moments like this. Thank you, Teddy.”

I let him know what she said and he nods, “Thank you for all your help everyone. I’m grateful for it!”

Teddy then turns in his chair to look directly at me, “And what are you thankful for, Evie?”

I gaze into his blue eyes, “I am thankful for everyone taking care of dinner today. And I’m thankful for everyone being here around me, thankful that I’m not alone this holiday.”

There is a moment of silence before Teddy grabs his glass and raises it to me. “I’m thankful for that too, cheers!”

We clink our glasses together and take a sip of our drinks. What I don’t say is that I’m most thankful that Teddy walked in through our door at all.