Thanksgiving is a uniquely American holiday. There’s a lot of fables and assumptions associated with it, but essentially it’s a day that’s been set aside to be be thankful for all good things that have happened. We tend to get as many family members together as possible, drunk uncles, babies, obnoxious cousins, feuding sister in laws, complete strangers and all. Most of the time we manage not to kill each other with mountains of food and drink, knives or guns. Only occasionally we burn down the house trying to deep fry a turkey. We swear we won’t do it ever again and then find ourselves piling into the car, plane, bus or train to get back to whichever family member’s home is big enough to host the entire family zoo the following year.
This year was different of course. We traded food dishes, someone cooked ham, someone made their special desert, someone else made their special signature food dish. But we each ate peacefully in our separate houses. And dreaded the return of normalcy for next year. 😊