Okay, now that the house is back to some semblance of order. I’m feeling slow but much better than I had been and food has now been restocked.
Back to business. Let’s see where was I…
Facebook? No. I’ve beaten that dead horse.
Halloween? No. That one has pass for this year.
On to the next holiday.
So the pilgrims wanted to worship and moved to the new world. They did their harvest festival thing, also thanking their god, and this American overeating holiday is born.
There has always been harvest feasts to be sure. But here in the states we have perfected the art of poultry gluttony. People, mostly in family groups, will get together. Tables will groan with piles of food. Over fed turkeys with stuffing inside will be consumed to excess. And we will all call it good.
This will be followed by a dessert starring pumpkin pie among other treats and goodies.
There will be parades and football. Leftovers will be distributed. Holiday shopping will be planned.
I do mock. I complain yearly that the day has been consumed with apathy and greed.
But still I participate.
I will roast the perfect bird. Stuffing will dress the table. Over eating will commence.
Not by me mind you. I’m allergic to poultry. I don’t do gluten and there are eggs in that pumpkin pie. Allergies again.
This in no way colors my take on the holiday. I used to do all of those things in abundance before my poultry allergy blossomed.
Together my husband, Mountain Man, and I will do the traditional thing as we do every year. He with his traditional food and football while I do my fake versions of the foods on my side of the table after watching the parade. We will eat too much. Complain about the leftovers in the frig. And eat some more.
It leaves me lacking. Maybe it is the fact that my family is so fractured and has been for some time. I’ll never again have those family Thanksgivings at my grandmothers house like I used to when I was young.
Its not the food it’s the love of extended family that is gone from my life.
I will take on a new outlook. I must if I’m to survive the day.
Its not my losses but the abundance I have that I will concentrate on, as it should be.
And I will be thankful.