Being Thankful


Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. I like to eat, a lot. And yes, I'm one of those people who can eat a lot/whatever they want and has a pretty quick metabolism (don't hate! My friend Vanessa swears that one day I'm going to wake up one day and boom! Six hundred pounds, just like that. We'll see.). And Thanksgivings growing up, when my grandmother was still alive, consisted of my family getting together with my godmother's family and my Babci for a total of 12 people stuffing our faces with turkey, ham, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, stuffing, greens earlier in the afternoon followed by cold ham and turkey sandwiches  and hot kielbasa with pickles (a huge favorite of my cousin Michael's and I) around 6. Then pie and ice cream, and a prune danish for my grandmother who kept a secret for years that she actually hated prune danishes.

One year, my one cousin fasted the day before and came to my parents house totally ready for Thanksgiving. That year, my family cleaned a 26-pound turkey to the bone, and my Mom sent my Dad out to the Quik Check for lunch meat because she was afraid people would be hungry when we sat down to eat a second time.

Time, distance, and, regrettably but factually, death have dismantled this tradition, but each year around this time, I look back and realise how much fun we all really had eating ourselves silly, going out for a walk afterward, or playing catch with a bit of rough housing before. I'm thankful to be able to have those memories and look back on those good times, and make room for new traditions and experiences at the beginning of each holiday season.

This year I'm making an apple cake to take home to my parents house. In part I'm doing so to help out, even though I know my Mom has already ordered pies (baking and my Mom are an interesting combination sometimes, so we leave big holidays to the farmer's wife down the road. It's better this way), but also to blow my Dad's mind, as he wonders sometimes if I've inherited a bit too much of my mother's personality and sometimes questionable baking skills. And, of course, there's the fact that I don't really like following direction and one should really do that in order to bake well. So we'll see how this turns out, really.

I hope, dear TBA readers, that you and yours have an enjoyable Thanksgiving, whether your feasting on turkey with all the various trimmings or floating around somewhere tropical and somehow missing out on the most fabulous food of the entire calendar year.

And in case you need something to listen to, here's Adele's brand new single, from her upcoming release 21 in February, and I'm very thankful for that.


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