It’s the Monday before Thanksgiving, so let’s talk turkey. First, hit the grocery store, lug home a frozen bird, realize it doesn’t fit in your fridge because of all the other food you’ve got to fix for Thanksgiving, find the large cooler, realize you have to clean it out, use up all of your ice for the cooler (which really sucks because by now you need a margarita and by god, you must have ice), not to mention clean your house, get up before the crack of dawn on Thanksgiving morning to fix the damn bird, and blah, blah, blah, the turkey comes out as dry as a west Texas lawn in the middle of summer.
Which is why I don’t do turkey.
This year my family and I are traveling to spend the holiday with my parents. Last year we spent it with my husband’s dad. (He turned 70 on Thanksgiving, so he’d called dibs on the holiday well in advance.) I am all about going to someone else’s house. I will gladly bring a dish or two as long as it’s not the bird. You see, I’m known in my family for fixing ugly food which tastes good. Cakes which fall apart, cheesecakes which crack, beef tips with some scary purplish-brown stuff on it (mushroom wine sauce). But the turkey? Turns out dry every time no matter what I do to it.
One of my favorite Thanksgivings was the first one that I did not spend with family BY CHOICE. I’d missed a few due to work obligations and being too far to travel, but a few of our friends from college talked us into joining them in Las Vegas for the holiday. (Vegas? For Thanksgiving? Can we do that?!) I expected to catch a lot of flak for our choice, but I have zero regrets about my renegade Thanksgiving. And when it came time for our official holiday meal, my one request was no turkey. I don’t remember exactly what I had, but I remember it was amazing. My turkey-free Thanksgiving was a lot of fun and I was very thankful to be with people I love, even if they weren’t related by blood or marriage.
I suppose I should be all sentimental and what not and list all the things I’m thankful for, but it feels so presumptuous when I’m thankful for these things every day, not just the fourth Thursday of November. But here I go, totally stream of conscious, which means I’m bound to leave out something really, really important that I’m totally thankful for. (Please don’t hate on me if I do.) I’m thankful for…my husband, my kids, the rest of my family, my friends, stretch pants, my new really comfy desk chair, my treadmill (gonna need that big time after Thursday), my new bookshelf, the gift of sight (even if it is getting crappier), the ability to read all the wonderful books that are on my bookshelf, RWA, my writing friends (especially my Four Foxes One Hound blogmates 🙂 ), that I can drive a car, that some people actually know how to use their turn signal, a damn good martini, James Bond, Daniel Craig as James Bond, Daniel Craig as just about anybody so long as I get to look at him…
*sigh* all those really good looking British dudes (yeah, I know Thanksgiving is an American holiday…which means I’m free to be thankful for foreign delights), French cuisine, French wine, any wine (as long as it’s not too sweet), sweet potato casserole, and last but not least, a Thanksgiving turkey I don’t have to cook.