Thanksgiving….. Again?

Thanksgiving.  Here’s a proper nod to what Thanksgiving in modern times has evolved to and the one you envision.

For some, perhaps it’s the oppression of Indian’s you  take from this Holiday, or the oppression of apronned women sweating over a roasted Turkey basted like clockwork.   I prefer to take from it an unlikely joining of two visitors sharing the same table, the proverbial breaking bread or nibbling the corn they themselves grew, an introduction of strange new tastes, maybe a sour berry that pairs so nicely with an especially wild untamed poultry whose  brain seems to be absent from it’s feathery head.    Maybe the food is the reason you make the drive or the flight?   Maybe this day is just the yearly epiphany that wine is not enough, that there must be more?

The culinary comforts of the tummy won’t quell what is lacking from any holiday.  One still must medicate to dine with certain family members and perhaps this year it’s time to change, upgrade to Prozac?   For many homes It should be put out with the spread beside the salt and pepper- as abundant as the mashed  potatoes, or corn pudding or the Tofurkey gracing your best table cloth.    It’s here like it or not, it’s that late Thursday in November where you pause to give thanks.

For fun, let’s run through my favorite descriptions of the offerings at your feast, these I have actually heard:  “sweet potato balls”  “a good Kalua Pork, ”  bourbon pecan pie, or for my Sicilian favorite Italian Mix Giardiniria- Who knew cauliflower could be this good?    Lest we not forget the happenings the tradition.  A walk after dinner,  watching Planes, Trains, and Automobiles for the 40th time, and always a a game of cribbage minus the chain smoking grandpas this year.     A lively table is pure bonus.   Ours was classic, arguments as plentiful as gravy-“thanks Dad” or the first dinners to the new family’s house and that dumbstruck look on my face when I realize, no they indeed don’t have gravy?!

Gravy or not……it is the day to honor all the abundance we take for granted.  Let us not blindly disregard who is not here, maybe a tear even followed by another piece of pie but nod to that fact that we are indeed very much here.   Alive, grateful? Some healthy some not.    Don’t just honor the thanks there is the Giving.  it takes the focus off of you for once. Giving.  Say it with me.  Giving is human and people need practice.

Happy Thanksgiving, readers.  Please savor it.  What is it for you?   Perhaps it’s being rebellious and ordering take-out.  Perhaps it’s changing tradition out with the old in with the spicy!  Maybe demanding potluck style and parking your old mother in a chair despite her wish.   You are allowed to make it the least laborious day  of Winter on the calendar-go on-do it.    Channel your version of Thanksgiving, it’s yours.  Don’t stand for blah.  Make it special, gosh darnit?  You want real whipped cream-find the other beater!   You want a jello mold, don’t let them judge you.     Perhaps like me, you always get assigned everything BUT the main dish?    The clearance Turkeys are half the price tomorrow-quit your pouting.    Who me?  At 40 something I still want the Thanksgiving I recall from my childhood.    Rolling around on the carpet bored as ever, but “good” bored.   A day of peace where you smell food cooking, hear football game commentary, muffled laughter, an intermittent cheer at the TV…. the contentment of awaiting guests to crack nuts and jokes with….sneaking in to put your finger into the bowl of whipping cream, sneaking off to stare out the window and trace your name in the fresh steam clinging to the November world through that cold glass pane.   It’s your Holiday, this year, do it right for once.

Santa, Seattle Needs you!

Dear Santa:

I am dreadfully worried no one will save Christmas in Seattle this year.

It just feels, well you know, different this year. The rains have come and there just aren’t enough long socks and Hunter boots from Nordy’s to really insulate myself from the egos this year. People are cutting in line and driving like Jesus was never born Santa!  I’ve tried standing under the Mistletoe blowing kisses and bear hugging myself…..nothing…. I’ve tried stomping in puddles, like I do most years and the joy just doesn’t spatter up on my jeans like it used to. In fact, the puddles are murkier than ever -I cannot see my reflection. I hear sirens, not jingle bells and the malls are playing Kenny G’s Christmas’ I nearly choked on my gingerbread, really Santa, Smooth Jazz Christmas everywhere!

Oh and the weather, Frightful!   I went outside to hang my wreath on my door, I could easily walk outside in my underwear with nary a goose bump Santa…..It’s too warm for Christmas!   I’ve tried the usual fixes, listening to, “DO they know it’s Christmas time on my record player, singing Rockin’ around the Christmas tree in my best Rosemary Clooney voice, I belted out the Kinks Father Christmas loud enough to get sneered at, someone even told me Go back to Chicago!  BTW last year you forgot my Karaoke Machine.

Santa, I just need a little more spirit this year and I don’t mean the craft distilled vodka people seem to be into.   I just need your cheeks to be a little rosier, your smile to sparkle and greet mine, the clerks don’t even smile back…..Can you also leave a path of soot for me to write my name in and could you just eat the whole plate of cookies and not just drink the milk this year, I mean I use organic butter?   Santa I wish Toy boats would cut it but with Ebola all all, I kinda want a Microscope, and a T-shirt that says “just breathe” we are beyond silly putty. One thing I just have to remind you, as you know I told one of your clones in the mall, it would mean a lot to me If you could make sure no one gets toy guns…. with the red cap or not. Santa, ban them. It’s time, even cap guns and you know how I loved those, just ban them all, water pistils, BB guns. Just ban them this year in honor of lives lost locally, just ban them next year too.  Oh and before I get to baking……could you splurge on the really good REAL peppermint Candy Canes, just saying…..peppermint is so soothing, which reminds me,  your chubby little belly that jiggles when you laugh, yeah, you can even wake me this year, just so I can have a peek at it!  And do that hairy bagel thing you do…..I could use a good laugh-It’s that bad this year Santa. You are needed more than ever.   Thank you Santa for being real, Seattle people could learn a thing or two. I know you understand…….and you already know all this, after all- you ARE magic.

P.S. I am leaving Bourbon Balls, do not feed them to the Reindeer, if you know what I mean.

Merry, Christmas Santa

Love,

Sally