Thanksgiving

             This coming weekend is thanksgiving. The holiday most known for the giant turkeys and pumpkin pie. I for one have never been a big fan of pie, I like cake much better. And I never used to like the food with all the fancy and foreign ingredients my mom uses. Coming from the family that I do, it's hard to get away from gourmet food and on thanksgiving this is especially true. From sautéed brussel sprouts with cheese and cranberries to elaborate potato dishes I can't pronounce, every year I'm surrounded by tables and tables of unknown food.   And I have come to enjoy the adventure a bit. A little mystery in a bite of beans here and some terror before I take a bit of stuffing not even being able to imagine what could be in it, not wanting to, over there. It's almost more of a Halloween experience more than thanksgiving.
             But more than just the food, I have come to adore thanksgiving because of the general feel it has with the dim candle lights and the sound of laughter as the family collectively downs every bite of every dish on the table. I learned to love the food that brings us together even if only once a year because the taste of that turkey and those potatoes that are such mysteries to me is the essence of what family is- from making Christmas cookies in the kitchen with my mom when I was three to watching in horror as a huge pink-skinned bird is shoved into the over when I was five, food has been what brings everyone together and for that I am thankful.
              Me and the other oaf this thanksgiving in addition to the cookies, will be attempting to make a pumpkin pie dispute the deep loathing I have for it. I guess we'll just have those how it turns out, so until Friday, from one oaf to the masses, have a wonderful thanksgiving and enjoy the food and the company because it does only come once a year.

Kisses,
Catherine