My hubby nearly got into a fight this morning at work. He was telling one co-worker about our family tradition of spaghetti on Thanksgiving and why (long story short it started one year when I was sick at T-day. And now the kiddo is a picky eater and won't eat turkey, stuffing, etc. Not to mention we all finally admitted we don't really like turkey...). The other co-worker didn't even hear the full story, just stormed up to my hubby (who is from London, England) and announced that since his daughter was an American we should into the full Thanksgiving hoopla.
Well I'm an American too, and damned if I want to spend the entire bloody day in the kitchen making a huge meal on my day off. We do Christmas dinner and that's quite enough. (We have ham, not turkey. This year I am going to make a dish of dressing because that's the one thing I miss about turkey, lol.)
We all enjoy our stress free meal of spaghetti and garlic bread and we get to sit down and eat together (the scene from A Christmas Story where he says, "My mother had not had a hot meal for herself in 15 years," springs to mind when I think of childhood Thanksgivings and Christmases. I don't want that for myself. Is that wrong?)
Anyway, happy Thanksgiving, no matter how you celebrate!
"I'll read my books and I'll drink coffee and I'll listen to music, and I'll bolt the door." -J.D. Salinger
Thursday, November 25, 2010
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