I have spent very few Thanksgivings with my own family. I always seemed to find myself thousands of miles away during those fall months. Thankfully, I have friends willing to adopt me for the day. I love getting invited to my friends family's house. I love being able to see what made my friend, my friend. I love seeing the commonalities in all familial relationships. Mom is the last to table. Dad is a little quiet. Siblings have loud stories.
The best part of Thanksgiving is the food. Why turkey is saved for just this time of the year I'll never comprehend. When I was a freshman in college I must have gained 5 pounds eating the roasted turkey lunch. But now that I am without the John Jay cafeteria, I can only get turkey once a year. It is not just the turkey. Its all the fantastic sides. Some sides are particular to each individual family. D's family always has two kinds of beet salad. C made his great grandmother Houton's bourbon sweet potatoes. And of course there is stuffing. I often said I can eat my weight in stuffing. Evil Twin #2 has witnessed my obsession with stuffing. Stuffing with added tidbits like chestnuts, sausage, oysters, or prunes. Corn bread dressing is good too, though I prefer if it was cooked in the turkey's cavity.
This year I went to B's house. Outside there was a light dusting of snow, reminding me that the less appealing holiday of Christmas was around the corner. All the ingredients for a perfect day was there. The meal was delicious, B's mom's citrus fall salad was a hit. While most of the family left the dinner table after only one serving , B, S and I hunkered down for a marathon of eating. We ate a frightening amount of turkey and sides. We ate a frightening amount of desserets. And when S and I took a little break from the gluttony, we poured ourselves a bottle of wine. When seats in the living room opened up, we grabbed a little of that precious couch space. B spent his time bemoaning his stomach could not digest fast enough. Buzzed and full of turkey, S and I took a little nap.
Thanksgiving is definately my favorite holiday. I have eaten the last of the turkey that I packed up on Thursday. The weird thing is that I want more. I am considering going to Stop and Shop and buying a ten pound Butterball. Yup, I think I am addicted.
2 comments:
Oh Evil Twin #1, you are so cute... I could just gobble you up!
What about the Thanksgiving of sides only at the apt? Did that happen? I had toooooo much turkey, so will be glad to not see it again until next year. However, I AM very much looking forward to the X-mas prime rib and ham.
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