Thanksgiving Day is such a fine holiday--at least in theory.
It is a day dedicated to family, to giving thanks for that family, to food, to giving thanks for that food. to contemplating our blessings. What is not to love? I cannot understand why it isn't everyone's favorite holiday.
Okay, if you are a kid, I'll give you Christmas and Halloween. If you are religious, I will grant you special and spiritually meaningful holy days. If you are patriotic, well, you get the idea.
So why is it that such a fine concept as a day dedicated to Thanks Giving can sometimes go haywire? I mean, I have never really experienced anything close to, say, the kind of family reunion portrayed in the movie August Osage County, but I don't doubt for a minute such reunions take place all too often.
I had a very nice Thanksgiving Day. I started the preparations early. (Translate as I cooked for three days.) At some point I realized I was cooking as maniacally as my mother used to only there were not going to be twenty to twenty-five people gathered around my table. Whoops.
I asked Kevin to drive into Burlington and pick a few homeless people that might be gathering for a meal, but he didn't think that was a good idea and besides he wasn't feeling all that great.
Then of course there was the storm that dumped a foot of snow over Wednesday night. I know that is nothing compared to 6 or 7 feet like they got in Buffalo, but it was enough to make me worry that my daughter would not make the 70 mile trip. When I called her, she said, "Oh, I told Father I would go to his house for Thanksgiving." WHAT???
Well Amy and the kids did arrive just as my meal was ready to go on the table.
Turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, squash, sweet potatoes, brussel sprouts, homemade rolls, cornbread stuffing, pumpkin pie. Kevin managed to eat a little. Kristen had some of the shrimp I had set out for an appetizer (actually a lot of the shrimp), a small piece of turkey and some mashed potato, and and two brussel sprouts. Dane tasted the turkey and some squash, then he ate two raw carrots from the refrigerator. Amy and I did our best, but there is a lot of food leftover.
Then the kids started getting rambunctious. They had had a long car ride. Ha! Time to go visit grandpa.
The clean up took as long as preparing the meal. In truth, probably a bit longer.
Now Christmas. What a joyful holiday full of tradition...