Happy Thanksgiving!

When I was young we spent most Thanksgivings with my grandparents (rumors have circulated throughout the ages that one year my mother’s mother stuffed the turkey with spaghetti, but I have yet to see proof of this). As soon as I was old enough to get a job, I had the bright idea to work in a movie theater. Small, independent theaters are fabulous for those who need to study and do homework as you can drag out the books in between showings, but it is also open EVERY FRIGGIN’ DAY of the year. I worked many a Thanksgiving (and Christmas and Easter and 4th of July and Friday nights when the rest of my friends went to the football game), which my family got used to, and the little group of us stuck going in would bring leftovers and we would snack all night.

Since I moved to California and away from my family almost ten years ago, my partner and I have spent Thanksgivings with various family of choice — friends, acquaintances, our landlords — and now family again as my father makes his annual trek to the Bay Area at this time of year (he claims it’s to visit us, but I know it’s really for the opening of Dungeness Crab season!). Sometimes we’ve done the traditional thing — turkey and all the trimmings, etc — and the non-traditional — a seafood buffet at a local restaurant and Italian meals with pasta. Sometimes I’ve hosted, sometimes I’ve cooked and schlepped the entire meal elsewhere, sometimes we just bring a little something to contribute to a meal at someone else’s home.  This year, after I do three hours at the Y for a dance marathon, we are going to spend it with friends who are serving…pot roast. Don’t get me wrong, I like beef as much as the next flexitarian, but I am trying to wrap my head around…pot roast for Thanksgiving. I don’t know why and I’m sure I’ll love it going down, but that one seems so wrong. The only way I could get my partner to agree to go is to promise a traditional Thanksgiving meal on Friday. So while everyone else is out braving the insanity that is Black Friday, I will be slaving away over a hot stove making the whole shebang.

If you celebrate the day, what are you doing?


  • Happy Thanksgiving to all my US friends.


    I hope you have a wonderful relaxing day since I know the hard work for you is tomorrow. Save me some of that meal.

    We celebrated our Thanksgiving last month but I’nm still thankful. 🙂

  • My dad and sister are here (500 mile drive) and my daughter came (200 miles). Dad and Jen are cooking. I had to work until noonish. (600lb diesel engine, no pallet jack. The jury is still out on whether I have another hernia) I have been evicted from the kitchen with a heavily spiked eggnog and am catching up on my blogroll. Will probably do some writing later.

  • Thanksgiving is going to be subdued at my house this year. My sister, who lives 2 states away, and her husband are here because she has a serious form of cancer and is currently a patient in a local hospital. Her husband will join us for dinner and then we’re all going to visit her in the hospital.

    Wishing a safe and happy Thanksgiving to all.

    • Laura
      I’m so sorry about your sister. Thanksgiving makes us all appreciate our family and friends and I hope that she will make a good recovery.

      Happy Thanksgiving.

  • Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate, this is my favorite holiday out of those we adopted when we came to live to US 🙂 (New year is still and always be my very favorite). Yeah, we will be having Thanksgiving chicken I think and not today either lol, we only have very small immediate family here, so we are flexible 🙂

  • Every year we go to a beautiful place called Deep Creek in Maryland–we rent the same vacation home as we do when we come for the boating and swimming in summer. My small family comes as well as dear friends who are from England. I too schlep the turkey and what not the several hours to the lakefront home and today will make the whole meal–after wards we’ll play some games and relax in front of a fire–it is COLD here in Deep Creek. This morning I awoke to a few dear happily grazing in the front yard–friends, family who don;t bicker, and this lovely place–who could ask for anything more!

  • Very happy Thanksgiving to you all! This is a special year, since I just started a new job and we are in a hotel in Albuquerque for the holiday. Many discussions are going on between the kid and I over our holiday plans, some still unresolved at this late hour- but I suspect he is going to win, since today I just want to get along with everyone, and be thankful I’m with my kid. So we will most likely have dinner at Applebees (!!!) and then I will get to watch football on the TV and then I’ll go to the exercise room to walk slowly on the treadmill while he plays his new Zelda game on the Wii in our room. We are both learning the art of compromise. For which I am thankful.

    • The rest of the story:

      So the kid won, and at noon we walked over to Applebees, across from the hotel. The parking lot was suspiciously empty.

      The kid: Uh, oh. Looks like it’s closed.

      Me: I thought you were going to come over here yesterday and check if they were open.

      The kid: Okay, okay, you got me. I didn’t check!

      This seemed to be a teachable moment about responsibility but I bit my tongue and refrained.

      Me: Okay, no problemo. Let’s drive down Central and see if that Greek restaurant is open.

      It was not. The Frontier Pioneer Cafe was open, but when we went inside, there were a bunch of college kids eating burritos. I shook my head and dragged the kid back outside. ‘

      Me: Listen, we need to just stay calm. We’ll find a nice place. But Thanksgiving is special. No need to panic and eat a burrito.

      The kid: They had tacos too.

      Me: No.

      Back in the car, and we’re cruising down Central Avenue.

      The kid: Mom! Look! Denny’s is open!

      Me: Under no circumstances will I eat at Denny’s.

      The kid: I like Denny’s.

      I pull the truck over, decide to use this teachable moment after all.

      Me: Son, you had your chance. You were supposed to pick our place to eat and confirm they were open. Now I’m going to decide.

      The kid: (pout)

      Me: If you mention Taco Bell, I’m going to put you out of this truck and you can walk back to the hotel.

      Just then a young guy ran down the sidewalk in front of us in black pants and white shirt. He was holding his tie and vest. At the alley, he gave this little leap of happiness and shouted- “Let’s get this party started!”

      Me: Out of the truck, quick. Follow that guy.

      The kid: What? Why?

      Me: He’s a waiter!

      We tracked him to La Provence, a lovely little French Bistro, and the smells coming from the open front door nearly made me do a Tebow on the sidewalk.

      The kid pulls my arm. It’s too fancy! Look! Wine glasses! White tablecloths!

      Me: Thank you, God.

      The kid: What if they only serve wine?

      Me: I’m sure someone will give you a glass of water.

      The kid, with a shiver: Maybe.

      I threw myself on the mercy of the staff, admitting to no reservations. They could tell I was hungry, and found a lovely little table in the corner. The butternut squash soup was wonderful, the turkey tender and the stuffing and potatoes made with plenty of butter and sage. The kid stared at his salad suspiciously, then ate the apples and walnuts and blue cheese crumbles without another word. I didn’t hear from him again until he looked up from his pumpkin pie and asked me if he should eat the mint leaf decorating the whipped cream.

      Me: If you want to. I’m thankful to be with you today, son.

      The kid: I’m thankful for you, too, Mom.

  • Happy Thanksgiving! Sounds like our Fridays will be similar! My family spends Thursday with a family friend, and my ex wife has my son for part of the day. So, on Friday, I am cooking our big Turkey Day feast while everyone is out shopping!



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