"Food, Glorious Food:" that is the cry of the orphans in the play Oliver. These little cockney boys drool over all of the imagined goodies they can think of.
Sometimes when I give thanks for my food before eating it, I stop and truly think about its many wonders. We have so many varieties. In the store recently, I saw three or more types of just lettuce. I was an adult before I discovered the wonders of romaine. We have delis where I can get just a few slices of ham for my lunches. That way, I don't waste any food through spoilage.
You can watch those survival shows on television where the adventurer eats small snakes, moss and the like. I turn to my own dinner and have meat and potatoes and bread and butter.
Because there are so many people who are hungry at this time, I am thankful for my own food more than ever. I think about the farmers who grow the food. My grandparents grew wheat, oats and corn. There are the people, also many times the same farmers, who plow the grain and get it to granaries. There are the truckers and other transportation companies who get the food to us. There are store keepers who make wonderful displays. How did you feel when some needed ingredient was missing from the shelves? I bet you appreciated it when you got it the next time.
It may be a cliche, but I am so thankful for the wonderful food that is available to me. And the prices have been stable more than other goods. When we were married, it cost about $10 for a bag of groceries. That was in 1973. If I count bags that aren't full, I am close to that on a good day. (Not every time, for sure.)
I am thankful for the four food groups: macaroni and cheese, pizza, fries, and Caesar salad. We have so much bounty and so many choices. I wish for you and your family a happy and blessed Thanksgiving.