I think I am supposed to post something about being grateful for things today. People have been doing that all month long & while a part of me wants to join in the rest of me knows it will soon get awkward because I am not good at meaningful and will instead post about being grateful for office chairs that have adjustable arms so I can support my arms whether I sit upright or slouch. Doesn’t mean I am not grateful for the good things in my life like husband, kids, family, a roof over my head, food in the fridge, etc. It just means I have issues expressing it seriously. I blame this on my grandmother Iona who told wonderful stories and had an irreverent sense of humor that stood her in good stead during the ups & downs of her life. I come from a long line of strong women who faced adversity & tragedy & picked themselves up with grace & humor and I am forever grateful to them for passing that on to me.
And now for something mildly amusing, updated slightly & reposted from 2008.
I envision this conversation between my sons, some Thanksgiving far in the future, when they are sitting around the table with their children & grandchildren.
Havoc: Remember the savory mashed sweet potatoes?
Mayhem: What about the apricot glazed turkey?
Havoc: the one with the cornbread & oyster stuffing?
Mayhem: No the sourdough and fig stuffing.
Havoc: Oh yeah. I’m thinking of the stuffed maple turkey breast. How about the prime rib that one time?
Mayhem: with the horseradish mashed potatoes!
Havoc: *sigh* Mom made the best reservations didn’t she?
Mayhem: Yeah, no one could dial like our mom. She was a wizard with the phonebook.
Havoc: Remember the time Dad did Thanksgiving dinner?
Together: Waffle House!!!
I don’t *do* Thanksgiving dinner you see.
We go to my folks in Florida for a week every year, usually this is for Thanksgiving but occasionally it is for Christmas.
Mom controls Thanksgiving. Attempts to help or change or add anything to the menu is generally met with firm but polite refusal.
We’ll be there for Christmas this year, so the Thanksgiving ‘feast’ is on me. Considering just what parts of the traditional thanksgiving meal my kids are willing to eat – the bread rolls & the whipped cream on the pumpkin pie – I can’t really call it a ‘feast’. Oh they might take a few bites of turkey & if I stand over them gulp down a bite of sweet potatoes & a green bean. If corn is on the cob Havoc will eat some & he’ll eat the pie if enough whipped cream is added. Mayhem will pull a couple leaves out of his salad & eat them while complaining about the lack of chocolate desserts. DH doesn’t like dark meat or cranberry sauce, which I love.
It’s hard to work up much enthusiasm to make a big meal when this is what you are facing.
I’m not yet willing to make cheese pizza or mac & cheese our traditional Thanksgiving dinner so we go out to eat. There are a number of local restaurants that put on Thanksgiving buffets or special Thanksgiving menus. Everyone gets what they want. DH doesn’t have a stack of dishes to wash. I’m not annoyed that the food I made isn’t being eaten and we don’t have pounds of leftover turkey in the fridge. Honestly? Turkey is ok, but after one round of sandwiches on Friday or Saturday, I’m done with the leftovers.
I’m figuring it will be a special family tradition. My future DILs might thank me for lowering the bar so much. If they don’t want to deal with cooking Thanksgiving, their husbands will not be expecting it anyway. If they do want to make a feast they don’t have to worry about including any special items or any expectations from our side of the family.
"Oh they were great reservations honey, really. I love your reservations. But…I guess there is just something special about the way my mom made the reservations. "