**Sorry - slightly long post warning!**
Happy post-Thanksgiving to my United States, China, Brazil, Japan, and other friends here! And to those of you who didn't celebrate the holiday yesterday - know how thankful I am to be a part of this community, and thankful for how each of you help to support, celebrate, and encourage the visitors of this site.
On to topic: This was the first year that I was feeding myself for Thanksgiving dinner.
I've had a few of these holidays in which I was piling food onto a plate for a feedee, but this year the feedee was ME.
It is an AMAZING holiday to be stuffed - dear Lord. I am STILL full.
Loaded mashed potatoes, buttered squash, turkey covered in gravy, buttered dinner rolls, STUFFING. Oh, man - it was an incredible experience to be secretly aroused at the dinner table while I just kept encouraging myself to take another bite, and another, and another.
And then, when you can't eat another bite of the main courses and sides...
The desserts. I pushed my way through three different slices of pie and a cheesecake.
(I managed to get my first family friendly comment - "You look like you have a little room in there for another slice." I was super turned on accepted the challenge.)
I have ALWAYS loved this holiday - feederism aside - because it gives us time to be grateful for things in our lives, and for time (hopefully) spent with good company. As a feeder, I've loved this holiday for the immense amount of food choices that I could tempt a broad audience with throughout the day.
But to be completely stuffed - just packed up so tight that it's a little hard to breathe - and for it to be celebrated?
It just hits different.![smiley](/Fant/Image/Smiley/happy-smiley.gif)
How was everyone else's experience?
Happy post-Thanksgiving to my United States, China, Brazil, Japan, and other friends here! And to those of you who didn't celebrate the holiday yesterday - know how thankful I am to be a part of this community, and thankful for how each of you help to support, celebrate, and encourage the visitors of this site.
On to topic: This was the first year that I was feeding myself for Thanksgiving dinner.
I've had a few of these holidays in which I was piling food onto a plate for a feedee, but this year the feedee was ME.
It is an AMAZING holiday to be stuffed - dear Lord. I am STILL full.
Loaded mashed potatoes, buttered squash, turkey covered in gravy, buttered dinner rolls, STUFFING. Oh, man - it was an incredible experience to be secretly aroused at the dinner table while I just kept encouraging myself to take another bite, and another, and another.
And then, when you can't eat another bite of the main courses and sides...
The desserts. I pushed my way through three different slices of pie and a cheesecake.
(I managed to get my first family friendly comment - "You look like you have a little room in there for another slice." I was super turned on accepted the challenge.)
I have ALWAYS loved this holiday - feederism aside - because it gives us time to be grateful for things in our lives, and for time (hopefully) spent with good company. As a feeder, I've loved this holiday for the immense amount of food choices that I could tempt a broad audience with throughout the day.
But to be completely stuffed - just packed up so tight that it's a little hard to breathe - and for it to be celebrated?
It just hits different.
![smiley](/Fant/Image/Smiley/happy-smiley.gif)
How was everyone else's experience?
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