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Thanksgiving
Remembing Thanksgivings of days past...
The time we made pemmican and wild rice in protest (my partner is part Native and the entire family was feeling quite political about some things going on in the world).
The time I nearly slugged my sister.
The time my uncle with Alzhiemer's was finally himself again because he recognized the antique furniture from his parents' farmhouse mixed with his mother's recipes. It was one of the last times he ate on his own without excessive prompting.
The first time my sister's now husband celebrated with us and didn't know what to do what that much food and one tiny plate. Or when, while he tried to load up said tiny plate, my 75 year old aunt asked him if they had big meals like that to celebrate where he was from and he said, "No, not in England, no ma'am."
The time both sides of the family came and we filled three banquet tables, a kids' table, two couches, an inset bar, and people still overflowed to the kitchen. My mother thought she over-estimated for the lot as there were still two pans of potatoes and a pan and a half of stuffing that hadn't been brought out yet. Then the twins came and we ran out.
The time in Catholic school where they rewrote the Thanksgiving day play because they told us to dress like we did for our real celebration and I wore jeans. They added a line that I needed to go change because the alternative was that they were going to say I was the help. Yes.
This year, it will be just the immediate family,![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wolfie74's mom and cousin. However, being the chef she is, she's made a crap ton of food and keeps making more "just in case." We even dug out my grandma's old box of recipes so that she could make the traditional farmhouse dressing for her cousin to try. We'll see how it goes over? Currently no one is wearing socks or shoes and Eldest is in shorts because he can.
This is not really a big holiday for us spiritually or emotionally, but there has always been a time set aside for good food and family, if nothing else.
For now, I need to go take Benedryl because her mother just arrived and the smell of Febreeze and Downy is overpowering the sage.
The time we made pemmican and wild rice in protest (my partner is part Native and the entire family was feeling quite political about some things going on in the world).
The time I nearly slugged my sister.
The time my uncle with Alzhiemer's was finally himself again because he recognized the antique furniture from his parents' farmhouse mixed with his mother's recipes. It was one of the last times he ate on his own without excessive prompting.
The first time my sister's now husband celebrated with us and didn't know what to do what that much food and one tiny plate. Or when, while he tried to load up said tiny plate, my 75 year old aunt asked him if they had big meals like that to celebrate where he was from and he said, "No, not in England, no ma'am."
The time both sides of the family came and we filled three banquet tables, a kids' table, two couches, an inset bar, and people still overflowed to the kitchen. My mother thought she over-estimated for the lot as there were still two pans of potatoes and a pan and a half of stuffing that hadn't been brought out yet. Then the twins came and we ran out.
The time in Catholic school where they rewrote the Thanksgiving day play because they told us to dress like we did for our real celebration and I wore jeans. They added a line that I needed to go change because the alternative was that they were going to say I was the help. Yes.
This year, it will be just the immediate family,
wolfie74's mom and cousin. However, being the chef she is, she's made a crap ton of food and keeps making more "just in case." We even dug out my grandma's old box of recipes so that she could make the traditional farmhouse dressing for her cousin to try. We'll see how it goes over? Currently no one is wearing socks or shoes and Eldest is in shorts because he can.This is not really a big holiday for us spiritually or emotionally, but there has always been a time set aside for good food and family, if nothing else.
For now, I need to go take Benedryl because her mother just arrived and the smell of Febreeze and Downy is overpowering the sage.