As We Gather Together
Every year, my family acts as if Thanksgiving had just been invented. In mid- November we each start to notice that something is happening. Maybe it’s the sight of canned cranberry stacked at the grocery end-cap. Or it’s all the pumpkin spice we encounter that finally jars an old sensory memory. My sister is the first to realize that Thanksgiving is something we might like to try.
She sends the first text: So…Thanksgiving… (turkey emoji)
Me: Oh, right…(drumstick emoji)
Her: I don’t know who will be in town this year (crying face emoji)
Me: I’ll ask my guys (smiling emoji, and wine glass just for fun)
We don’t communicate much more, and on Thanksgiving Day, around 1:00 pm we all gather at my sister’s house where she has created a full reenactment of Thanksgiving at Versaille, if Louis XIV, etc had celebrated Thanksgiving and invited Norman Rockwell. We have a blessed and bountiful day.
As I wrote in 2016, reposted below, I always bring the green bean casserole. Happy Thanksgiving to all!
NOVEMBER, 2016 Do you stand in line at the grocery beguiled by the food magazines and their lure of delectable Thanksgiving delights? I do–85 Easy Thanksgiving Side Dish Recipes, 23 Holiday Potato Recipes. Then I see The 98 Best Thanksgiving Side Dish Recipes, and 24 Make-Ahead T Day Recipes. Maybe I should take a peak at Thanksgiving Recipes Across the United States. The line at the grocery checkout is moving slowly so I grab a magazine with a busty bronzed turkey on the cover and leaf through the pages–Radicchio Salad with Pickled Grapes and Goat Cheese, Tandoori Carrots with Vadouvan Spice and Yogurt, Roasted Broccoli with Pickled Shallots and Peanuts. I raise my eyebrows and give up when I get to Slow-cooked Tuscan Kale.
I put my cans of cream of mushroom
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