Saturday was thanksgiving dinner #2. A month-and-more-delayed thanksgiving with friends but conveniently for us, there is American thanksgiving and we were able to eat our turkey with some spirit of orange and brown and other earthly fall tones.

I made my mother’s yam casserole. I was a little scared that it would fail but it turned out just like hers. Someone commented that it was a little too sweet for their tastes. Yes, it probably is. Maybe next time I can hold back on the brown sugar a bit. But, I like sweet. I might just keep it the same but serve it in a pie crust.

Speaking of pie.

Sunday’s colour was green and white all down the list of Facebook friends. Yes the Roughriders finally won and though thesis work stopped me from watching the game, my sister emailed me updates and I caught a few minutes of the tears during a trip to the living room. I am really happy for them. This is really good for Saskatchewan because, well, I just want the province to have some glory, even if at the expense of another province that could also use some glory.