Inklings // November 2025

Happy November and Happy Thanksgiving!

So between trying to wrangle out some doctrinal points, figure out how not to start my novel, iron out some massive garden plans, dig into my review for the '95 P&P, and Thanksgiving prep and celebration, my brain's been spinning just a tad. *face palm* But! Definitely wanted to keep our Inklings streak going.

I hope you all had a lovely Thanksgiving and, as always, feel free to join any time here until the next prompt goes up! 💜 

Rules:

1. At any time during the month, on your own blog post a scene from a book or film that matches the prompt, including a link back here in your post.

2. Make sure to come back and leave a link to your entry in the box on this post. That's it!

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November's prompt is:

A scene with a feast in book or film

Know I'm posting this on Thanksgiving itself, but hoping you'll all still be rejoicing and being thankful with your nearest and dearest through the weeks ahead. :)

My entry is Almanzo's fond memories of two typical dinners at his home. As my dad likes pointing out, it was a great feast for the Ingalls when Pa caught a rabbit and this was Almanzo's childhood experience... 😅

I do always wonder if these were actually nostalgic mental compilations, but Mr. Wilder was a well-to-do farmer and farm families did have to be heartily fed... Either way it makes for mouthwatering reading.

From one of the opening chapters:

"Almanzo ate the sweet, mellow baked beans. He ate the bit of salt pork that melted like cream in his mouth. He ate mealy boiled potatoes, with brown ham-gravy. He ate the ham. He bit deep into velvety bread spread with sleek butter, and he ate the crisp golden crust. He demolished a tall heap of pale mashed turnips, and a hill of stewed yellow pumpkin. Then he sighed, and tucked his napkin deeper into the neckband of his red waist. And he ate plum preserves and strawberry jam, and grape jelly, and spiced watermelon-rind pickles. He felt very comfortable inside. Slowly he ate a large piece of pumpkin pie."

And from the ending chapter:

 "Almanzo went on eating. He was listening, but he was tasting the good taste of roast pork and apple sauce in every corner of his mouth. He took a long, cold drink of milk, and then he sighed and tucked his napkin farther in, and he reached for his pumpkin pie.

"He cut off the quivering point of golden-brown pumpkin, dark with spices and sugar. It melted on his tongue, and all his mouth and nose were spicy." 

I just always find those sections so evocative... Farmer Boy is definitely a favorite around here. 😊 

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P.S. Now coming off Thanksgiving, I'm also seriously picturing Errol Flynn waving that turkey leg(?) round as Robin Hood... xD 

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