It begins. Finally I have taken to heart the fact that Thanksgiving is actually two days away. Denial does not serve one well when the stores are void of necessary ingredients!
Growing up I eschewed the cranberry, stuffing and gravy that went with the hallowed meal. I was there for the pumpkin pie with whipped cream, and maybe the sweet potatoes. My memory tells me we didn’t even have turkey but rather chicken at my grandparents’ house. Perhaps that was the story we were told? Regardless, I spent every Thanksgiving in college traveling somewhere. I was going to see my family in a few short weeks anyway, right?
Our meal this year is non-traditional, save the pumpkin pie and my mom’s mashed potatoes. (And a can of jellied cranberry that someone insists on having.) I’m kind of with Baldo on this one.
Happy preparations to you.
