And lo, the angel of the lord came upon them and the glory of the lord shone round upon them: and they were sore afraid.
Suffering under Eve's heavy curse, I rolled out the pie pastry for Thursday's pie. It didn't feel right. I couldn't tell what was wrong or different, but it was not the same and it was despised and I esteemed it not. Like sheep, it had gone astray, and turned every one to its own way.
And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.
And so I made a chocolate cake as well, just in case the pie was not edible. Alas, it, too, like a sheep had gone astray and turned to its own way. And so the cake was not quite right, either.
At that point, I contemplated a pumpkin spice cake. It was midnight: For, behold, the darkness shall cover the earth, and gross darkness the people. Yet the people that walked in darkness have seen a great light. So I went to bed instead.
Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
The next morning, I arose and shone, and ate a tiny piece of the pie. Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion; shout, O daughter of Jerusalem: the pie was not terrible! It was indeed safe to eat. I ate a small sliver of cake, too: Comfort ye, comfort ye my people. The cake was not terrible, either. A smidge dry, and a smidge dark: not bad at all.
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,
Thanksgiving was going to be just fine.
Cooking while cursed and while practicing for this year's DIY Messiah is so wonderfully dramatic.