turkey day is two days away!
And for the first time, Joe and I are going out to a nice restaurant to eat rather than going to family or friends. We're rather excited about it--the menu looks delish and since we're such huge foodies I think it will be a real treat.
It's strange to think that I won't be spending Thanksgiving with friends or family. Growing up we had a pretty basic Thanksgiving meal. Turkey, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, stovetop stuffing, fruit salad and rolls. It was pretty much always that meal, with pumpkin pie for dessert. Oh, and my father always had to have the cranberry gel goo from a can. He was the only one who ever ate that.
One year my mom got tired of my brother and sister complaining that we only ever have the same thing for Thanksgiving. My brother never ate any of it besides the rolls and fruit salad. He was always a notoriously picky eater. So she decided to let us make our own dinners. She picked up some Boboli pizza crusts and laid out an assortment of toppings for us all to make our own pizzas. My sister and brother were excited but I felt sad. I remember my dad being quite ticked off. He wouldn't talk to her for a day or two and so finally, a couple days later we had our regular Thanksgiving meal. I'll have to ask her about that. We never talk about it--it's not a funny family story we still relate to each other. Just seems strangely forgotten.
We're hooking up with some friends for dinner tomorrow night--friends we've met through gaming. It's great how many people we've met online and then met in RL. 99% of those people are darn cool. Hell, I even met Joe online. I'm always amazed at the gaps that being wired and connected closes.
I doubt I will post again until next week (but who knows I may surprise you) so if you are in the states and reading this, best wishes for an excellent Thanksgiving!
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This is the first time in ten years I'll live in the same city with my family and the first time I'll get to spend the actual holiday with the family. When I was little, my mom always made a big deal out of the dinners and sitting down together and eating until we want to be sick, etc. I tried doing that for six years with the husband, while living far from family, but he was never into it; his mother had never made a big deal out of the holidays and wasn't much of a cook. So, basically, I was cooking and baking for twelve hours for my own benefit. It's better when the whole family is into it (or at least faking it - and, hey, a husband can be the one faking it for once). If I was your dad, I would've been pissed too.
Maybe your mom was trying to show them that not having holiday dinner is a let down? Like a "be careful what you wish for" kind of thing?
So now I dress the table with festive delights, cook something I can manage but that is not something we eat every day, and make a real big effort for the veggie eaters. Sod the tradition. I think it's the stocking up with enough food for a month when the shops only close for 36 hours that is the worst aspect of Christmas. I expect it's the same for Thanksgiving.
Oh man, I could feel your Dad's rage. I must have been muttering under my breath (while I read) what he was. *shakes head*