Did you freak out the year your neighbor cooked a "turducken" because you thought they'd cooked a pregnant turkey?
Do you find yourself topping off your wine glass as Uncle Fred tells THAT story yet again?
It's Confession Wednesday: Thanksgiving Edition!
The weird thing is that I had a hard time thinking of some juicy tidbit to confess with regards to one of the best holidays ever.
(Last night, my mom brought up the fact that I forced myself to eat olives for YEARS because I liked sticking them on my fingers, but wasn't allowed to do that unless I ate them. It's a true story, but hardly interesting enough to write an entire post about.)
(I really do hate olives, though.)
One of my first Thanksgiving memories is from 1st grade. I had been bumped from kindergarten to 1st grade in the 6th week of the school year, and only weeks before Thanksgiving. I was a tiny 5 year old and, without any sort of background, was ordered to choose either a Pilgrim or an Indian. I didn't know what my teacher was talking about, so, under duress, I picked Indian because I knew what those were. I didn't really know much about the Pilgrims, except that it took all of three minutes to realize that I had made the wrong choice as the Pilgrims had cuter hats.
When my parents split up, Marc and I switched off the holidays between parents. Thanksgiving with my mom always meant the fancy dishes. Thanksgiving with my dad usually meant relegation to the kids' table. Of course, when those years meant going to my dad's parents' house, that also included my grandpa's homemade Split Pea Soup. There is nothing better in the world than my grandpa's secret recipe, handed down only to my dad. Seriously. It's so good that people who don't even like split pea soup crave this stuff. I'm guessing one of the ingredients must be crack or something.
I remember the first turkey I ever cooked all by myself-ish. I was a missionary in the frozen tundra of Québec and a nice couple in the ward gave us a turkey they weren't planning to use. It was January or February, so not exactly Thanksgiving, but Sister Angel and I put all of our combined years of watching our moms do it--
("Are we supposed to leave this plastic bag thingy inside?")
("You're putting BUTTER on it??")
--and cooked up one of the best turkey dinners in the history of the world. Thanks, Mom!
I thought that since I don't have any really good Thanksgiving Confessions, I'd just express a few words of gratitude instead.
I'm thankful for my family. Even though I sometimes feel left out because I don't have a spouse and/or children to bring along, I'm thankful for a family that lets me make the teams uneven.
I'm thankful to have a job. It's not the best job in the world, and there are days I look in the mirror expecting to see large bald spots from tearing my hair out by the handfuls, but I'm working and earning enough to pay my bills and I have health insurance. It's a good thing.
I'm thankful for my friends. We're all busy and don't see each other often enough, but I'm grateful for every one of them.
I'm thankful for awesome TV shows like FlashForward, V, and The Big Bang Theory. In my over-scheduled life, I need a mental break!
I'm thankful for Chinese broccoli. I'm not allergic to that kind!
I'm VERY thankful for four-day weekends, time to sleep in, and TURKEY.
I hope y'all have a wonderful Thanksgiving and that you get to spend it how YOU want and eat what YOU want.
13 comments:
How funny that you made yourself it olives! I can't think of anything to confess about a Thanksgiving memory, but this is a fun post!
Ok. I have a really big confession. Huge and mind boggling. I have never cooked a turkey. And I would have no clue how to even begin. I have always been invited for T Dinner so I never had to shove my hand up the turkey butt, ya know? Not even the hubby knows that I am clueless in this area of the kitchen.
My confession is that I've never baked pumpkin pie until today and I think it's a hassle!
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving Karen!!
I have a confession: i'm about to hop on a plane and preposted my blog for the next few days while i get settled in Oslo. *shame* Oh these were supposed to be thanksgiving confessions. Umm... Oh: I confess that the holiday known as the Great Turkey should be celebrated in October. :p *giggle eh*
Happy Thanksgiving!! :)
My only confession is that I pretty much sit through the entire day biting my tongue, because I disagree with about 98% of my family's religion, politics, and general life philosophy! I hate conflict, so I don't speak up. I just sit and take it all in and disagree silently.
Would you believe I've never made Thanksgiving dinner? Now we just all go to Cracker Barrel because it's easier. We do Christmas the traditional way.
I've only cooked a turkey once. Let's just say, I'd rather not do it again. Ever.
By the way, I think I take most of the credit for that Canadian turkey! As I recall you would hardly touch the thing until it was cooked. Not that I blame you, I still hate the feel of raw turkey skin. *gag*
Most raw meat, really. *double gag*
Happy Thanksgiving!
Happy Thanksgiving Karen! That's cute about the Olives. :-D
My confessions are:
The year we were going to celebrate Thanksgiving in our brand new house it was going to be such a memorable day. Just us and the kids, beautiful table and decorations. Wonderful food and my famous delicious rolls. Well, it was memorable alright. I didn't put yeast in the dough for the rolls and that Thanksgiving is fondly remembered as the year we
had hocky pucks for dinner rolls.
The other confession is the year YOU were here for Thanksgiving dinner, I FORGOT to make the stuffing. Sheesh. I hope you didn't hold it against me all these years!
Happy Thanksgiving!
ps--The rolls this year are FABULOUS! I made them today and they are nummy! I should remember to make the stuffing. Everything is setting out on the cupboard!
My confession is that this is the first year I'm spending Thanksgiving without my parents and I'm rather put out by the whole thing. Yes, it's my fault that I have a shitty job that requires me to work at 3am on Black Friday, but they're my PARENTS. They don't need to go to Vegas to see family for Thanksgiving! /rant. Yes, I'm being a spoiled brat here, but seriously? Thanksgiving is the only day of the year I'm guaranteed to see my family, and it's being taken away from me this year. Parents = fail.
~Crys~
P.S. Big Bang Theory is going to have an INCREDIBLE Christmas episode... Van and I went to the taping of it last night ;)
My confession is that I LOVE eating out and spending the holidays with just my husband. I am totally fine with not being with family.
My confession is that I secretly hope and pray that I'll never have to host Thanksgiving. It's difficult enough for me to bring a dessert. Sad but true.
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