Monday I went grocery shopping and yesterday and today I've been getting ready for Thursday's feast-- making chicken broth and cranberry sauce, stirring up a double batch of thyme and pumpkin dinner rolls and putting them in the refrigerator for a long slow rise, mixing up a big mold of my grandmother's cranberry, celery, and pecan gelatin salad . . .
The turkey -- from the grocery store, not one of the wild one we watched all summer -- is defrosting in the basement. I've made some smoked salmon and cream cheese spread to go with the Bloody Marys before the feast. I've even made some almond brittle to top the pumpkin chiffon pie I'll be making later today.
There'll just be seven or eight of us this year -- and as I work my way down the list of things to do, I think of a piece I wrote about five years ago. Apologies if you've read it before.
It's Not About the Food
It’s the Tuesday before Thanksgiving and I’m at the grocery store.The weather is cold and snowy and I’ve skipped painting class to get ready for Thursday.My shopping cart is piled high with raw ingredients – a 20 pound turkey, celery, onions, kale, cranberries, butter, whipping cream – okay, there are two bags of cornbread stuffing and several cans of pumpkin puree and chicken broth, but in my mind, these are raw ingredients.
In the checkout line, I study the tabloids; I have only the vaguest idea who Jen and Brad are so I turn my attention to the shopping cart ahead of me – paper plates, plastic cups, pre-made pie crusts, a can of lemon meringue filling (I mentally taste the artificial flavoring and my worst fears are confirmed as six jars of pale brown gravy slide down the belt.)There are two large bags of frozen broccoli florets and I silently congratulate the benighted shopper for not having succumbed to the lure of the canned green bean, mushroom soup, and canned fried onion casserole.But I am inwardly appalled at the idea of a Thanksgiving dinner with such uninspired ingredients.Then the cashier says to the tired-looking woman, whose groceries these are, “Big family Thanksgiving?”
A beautiful smile illuminates the weary shopper’s face.“Yes, we’ll all be together,” she replies softly, as though caressing each word.
Her happiness is transcendent and suddenly my perceptions swing around in a dizzying 180 degree shift.It’s not about the food.
I'm super thankful to everyone for your responses yesterday. I appreciate you listening to me go on and on. I'm not responding much to comments right now, because I'm overwhelmed, but I really appreciate everything everyone has said. It means a lot to me. It's touching to know so many people care to leave a note. Thank you.
I'm thankful for living in a country where I have the right to have pink hair
It's a word that brings to mind green and red, pine trees and jolly old men in suits...
I'm not ready for it.
Family members are starting to ask what the boys would like, gift-wise. That means I need to start figuring out good ideas...putting my thinking cap on and getting creative.
I think a lot of my brain power has been geared towards other things lately. Am I ready to switch gears? Move into holiday-mode?
I love giving gifts, and I really try to think of things the people in my life will truly enjoy.
I've had trouble getting into the c-word mood so far.
I guess because there's been this other little issue I need to deal with first...
