Sanna's Bag

“I never seem to have what I need when I need it. I’m going to make a belt-bag that’s bigger on the inside than on the outside, and just carry everything with me.”

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Happy Thanksgiving

It's 6AM in Portland, and all over the city, Grandmas are getting that thirty pound turkey into the oven so it will be cooked in time to be eaten before the football games start.  All their wonderful sons (with their useless wives) and beautiful daughters (with their worthless husbands) and the most wonderful grandkids in the world will be arriving for the annual stuff-yourself-until-you-fall-asleep fest.  The house will be overcrowded, everyone will be overwrought, the noise level will be deafening, the air will be steamy with cooking.  Someone will decant the cranberry jelly onto the special oval plate and it will sit there quivering , still retaining the ridges from the can.  Aunt Becky will bring her special green bean casserole made with canned cream of mushroom soup, and decorated with the canned fried onions.  And everyone will eat it up.  The vegan daughter-in-law will bring a tofu and Jerusalem artichoke casserole, and take most of it home again because no one else will touch it.  In my family, we had a tradition of all the male adults getting too drunk to drive before the end of the meal, then passing out in front of the TV and missing the game.  The females kept busy in the kitchen, or riding herd on the the kids.  There was always wayyyyy too much food, and we usually left it sitting out long past the point when it should have been refrigerated, but no one ever died of botulism,so I guess we were stronger than the common toxins.  My favorite part was the skin, all crispy and greasy.  I would snitch bits of skin for hours, while helping to clear the table, do the dishes, set out the pies and coffee, clear the table after pie and do up the final dishes.  Then, and only then, would we package up leftovers ("Sherry can take a leg and thigh, and Mary, I know your kids will finish off the sweet potatoes with the marshmallow topping.") and at long last, dismember and refrigerate the carcass.  The next day we kids would pick at the carcass and leftovers for sandwiches, while the grownups nursed their hangovers.  On Saturday, the last of the meat, gravy, stuffing, potatoes and left-over vegetables would get mixed together and re-heated as hash - the best part of the holiday!  Sunday, we would wake to the smell of the turkey bones simmering with bay leaves and onions to make broth for soup.  Thanksgiving would be over, School would start the next day, and we were launched into the madness that is Christmas.

DH and I do things differently.  We go out to a nice restaurant and have a splendid dinner served to us in gracious peace and elegance. And sometime during the weekend, DH roasts a small turkey for just the two of us.  No stress, no frenzy, no regrets.  And all the turkey skin I can eat!

13 Comments:

  • At 7:05 AM , Blogger Heide said...

    Happy Thanksgiving to you Dear! I love the togetherness, but dread the travel. I'm just waiting for everyone to wake up so we can get dressed and head out. The cats all know that something is afoot and they've been casting stink eyes at me for the past hour.

     
  • At 8:46 AM , Blogger sophanne said...

    Ditto- minus the turkey and the restaurant. We eat what we normally would, do what we normally do and are thankful for each other as we are almost daily. It works for us.

     
  • At 12:28 PM , Blogger Rose Lefebvre said...

    Instead of giving thanks on just one day, I think we should do it every day. There is always something to be thankful for, no matter how small; the brilliant fall colors, a smile from a stranger, the sound of laughter, the song of birds, frolicking squirrels, good friends, purring cats, and so much more.
    I am so thankful for dear, caring friends, like Roxie.

     
  • At 12:36 PM , OpenID Judi said...

    There's a lot to be said for small, quiet celebrations. Our Thanksgiving is also very quiet - and since we are watching almost no commercial TV these days, I haven't been assaulted by the ads. For that, I am thankful.

     
  • At 6:31 PM , Anonymous Janette said...

    Roxie, your Thanksgiving sounds wonderful. Hope you both have had a wonderful day.

     
  • At 8:25 PM , Blogger Paul said...

    Sounds like a wonderful way to spend the day! There were only four of us at dinner today, so it was very quiet and peaceful - we all had naps after dinner, and the a great game of dominoes after dessert. I think it was the quietest Thanksgiving day I've ever spent!

     
  • At 8:54 PM , Blogger Willow said...

    Happy Thanksgiving to you and DH! Glad you had a quiet, elegant dinner.

     
  • At 5:56 AM , Blogger Linda said...

    oh man! Your Thanksgiving is what dreams are made of. And I'm still dreaming of the day BH and I celebrate the same way......Happy Thanksgiving!

     
  • At 11:05 AM , Blogger mplanck said...

    Just as we give thanks in our individual ways, we celebrate the traditional dinner as circumstances dictate. After all, Thanksgiving is about gratitude, not just for the food on our tables, but the blessings that fill our hearts. Alice

     
  • At 11:47 PM , OpenID barbfroman said...

    You are so clever. We usually go out to eat. The first time I felt guilty, but then I noticed hundred thousand other people enjoying themselves and knew all the people who really knew how to relax were here. You're a smart, smart lady.

     
  • At 2:01 PM , Blogger Lyssa said...

    One year I made a very nice small turkey, steamed green beans, mashed sweet potatoes, and sage stuffing for just the two of us, since we were going to Japan the next morning and couldn't make it to any family things. It felt like an updated version of a lot of my favorite things, without being all crazy. We ate dinner while playing World of Warcraft and it was so relaxed and happy.

     
  • At 5:40 AM , Blogger KnitTech said...

    This year we had dinner at the Legion Hall, it wasn't too bad.

     
  • At 4:22 PM , Blogger Amy Lane said...

    When the kids are gone, Mate and I are going to do that. And be thankful for it!

     

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