I do love thanksgiving. It is my favorite holiday, as it is many of yours. We all love the gathering of loved ones over a wonderful meal.
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But what is the reality of the holiday?
Almost always you get up early, stuff yourself into a stuffy outfit, dress the kids in likewise uncomfortable clothes you don't want them to "mess up". Drive to someone else's house who has been designated to "make the dinner". You ask what you can bring.... and you always end up making it last minute or way before hand so it is either not done yet or cold and needs to be re-heated thus taking away the right out of the oven goodness.
Then you are squeezed in between half a dozen people to eat half warm, half hot, and the rest cold food with little to NO room for your elbows to get the food efficiently to your mouth, there by guaranteeing you will spill something on your shirt or pants. Everyone wolf's down their food to get away from the table and then it is over. OVER... it is OVER... and then the clean up begins, sometimes the clean up begins before some people are even done with dinner. Not to mention the weird tradition of eating thanksgiving dinner at 2 or 3 pm! I mean WHAT???? It is called DINNER not "semi lunch not quite dinner yet" dinner.
Then there is always the possibility the dinner being provided doesn't meet your expectations. The yams weren't made right, the potatoes were too lumpy, the turkey to dry, or the gravy watery. Thus rendering the whole thanksgiving dinner a bust for you. Leaving you dreaming of the thanksgiving that could of been, the one you should of just made at home. Not to mention you won't have LEFTOVERS! We all know leftovers the next day are one of the most valued leftovers in the WORLD, ever... all year your husband and children will turn up their noses at the dreaded leftover dinner. Throw a turkey and cranberry sauce in the mix and BAM leftovers ROCK the Casbah!
Also....
Why is it the woman inevitably get stuck with all the preparation and clean up, while the men seem to be honored and escorted to the living room to unbutton their pants and watch the game, as if they actually did something the whole day besides maybe trying to deep-fry a turkey, or burning half the porch down. I mean why is it that men will cook anything in an apparatus that is outside. God forbid it actually resides IN the kitchen.
Even if you buck the norm and stay home, cooking the entire meal to your liking and specifications, something will be missing. You will look around your table and wonder why you didn't invite anyone over to share in the wealth of food and love overflowing at your table. You will miss all those crazy relatives you were avoiding. Ok, well maybe not miss extremely, but you will feel a void of the one thing that actually makes thanksgiving...well.... Thanksgiving! Family. Sure you will have your little family of two, three, four, or five... but isn't having extended family over for dinner the actual point of having a Thanksgiving dinner in the first place?
So... what to do... what to do...
I think this year we are going to do two. One where we go to the assigned family destination to enjoy the craziness that is Thanksgiving dinner, and then one at home on Saturday so I can make the stuff we want to eat and really relax. Not to mention BONUS...bonus... all the leftovers are yours!
edited to add: Thanksgiving IS my all time fav holiday.. I love it, crazy family and all... bring it
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