Silly me, I keep thinking that Thanksgiving is still in two days when – in actuality – it’s tomorrow. Yeah, tomorrow. As in, my turkey breast better be thawed and I have to make the chocolate chip cookie pie tonight or else tomorrow will be ruined. No, I’m not panicking at all! Ok, I’m really quite calm. It’s just the three of us so I think things will turn out fine, just fine.
::nervously picks at cuticles, wrings hands, coughs::
One thing I am thankful for is that even if we were spending this holiday with family, we wouldn’t have any of the problems that people seem to be complaining about: family meals, political arguments, “that” discussion about Tryptophan, etc. My family get-togethers these days are relatively issue free. Now, back in the day, we had interesting things go on but not of this variety.
I specifically remember the year that my uncles decided to fix my grandparents’ speaker system. Somehow, my Uncle Bob – who is a good bit over 300 pounds – got up in the crawl space and his thick meaty calf came right down through the sheet rock, above where my Mema was stirring cream corn. Then they argued about placing blame, etc for a while and nothing really got solved. Whenever we had family holidays in Alabama, there was always plenty of drama. But it was still ridiculously fun and the food? To die for. My Mema made the best chicken and dumplins I have ever eaten. Cracker Barrel does not compare, though I get that meal every time we go there. Nothing will ever stack up to Mema’s cream corn, her stuffing, and everything she made except for cornbread. The one yankee thing in me (aside from ketchup on my scrambled eggs) is that I prefer sweet cornbread over traditional salty, hard as a rock cornbread from the South. Ew.
So, I’m not going to ask what you’re thankful for in this post. There are enough blogs out there doing it and you may be sick of it. So, I’l just ask: what is your favorite thing to do during this holiday? Mine is the post meal nap, followed closely by watching football. But really, I think I like the sounds of football combined with the smell of the meal. Reminds me of being a kid.