Tomorrow is our annual day for eating too much white food. Turkey, gravy, mashed potatoes, dinner rolls and stuffing plus any food that can add some color to the table; squash, green veggies and cranberry sauce will all be decimated tomorrow evening amidst a chorus of gratitude. It is a tradition where there is supposed to be too much food to eat, bellies are supposed to be full and, if your family is like mine, too much wine is supposed to be drunk.
At times I think it sounds perfectly hideous, the only thing that saves it for me is that I absolutely love Thanksgiving dinner. It is full of some of the best comfort food around. If I’m feeling out of sorts, there’s nothing like this meal to cheer me up and make me feel safe and comforted. (I speak, of course, as a full fledged meat eater, I know there are many people who would find this meal revolting for one reason or another. But hey, this is my blog and I can write what I think about life right???)
This year is especially exciting as we are hosting the dinner for the first time in years. We have been going to my husband’s uncle’s house for the past ten years or so and celebrating it with an ever-changing number of people. The meal has always been delicious and plentiful. This year it will be outstanding and we will have control of the leftovers (nothing like a turkey sandwich the next day). Mister S. has already started cooking (if you looked in the fridge you would see the chocolate moose) and is soooo happy.
Another reason we are excited is that we renovated our kitchen last year and now have double wall ovens, a gas stove and lots of counter space. Since my husband is a trained pastry chef, this has taken away lots of the grumbling and complaining about cooking at home without a walk-in freezer, a human sized mixer and several ovens. Mr. S. has been scouring his cookbooks, the TV and the internet for all the new ways to cook a turkey…a labor of love, according to him.
I am particularly excited because once again, I don’t have to worry about dressing a turkey which I know nothing about and concentrate on dressing the table.
And finally, Lucy is happy because she gets a treat.
I don’t know if happiness is the same as gratitude but if it is, then I am full of gratitude this year. Not all years have been so blessed so I am savoring this one a LOT. My heart goes out to others who are not in a place of gratitude or have the ability to be happy this Thanksgiving and I hope that things change for them and soon.
Happy Thanksgiving to the world.