It’s that time of the year, Thanksgiving Eve, and I’m watching my traditional “Thanksgiving” movie, Home for the Holidays.
Good sound track, great cast. Funny, sad, poignant. Holly Hunter, Anne Bancroft, Charles Durning, Robert Downey Jr.
I’d been planning a low-key Thanksgiving. Alone, but I’m okay with that. I bought all the customary, commercial food, a turkey breast that’s probably loaded with hormones and chemicals. Stovetop stuffing. Just add water, right out of the box. Fluff it with a fork and voila! Instant stuffing. Cover it with gravy made from McCormick’s gravy mix, added to the turkey drippings, and you’d hardly ever guess that it wasn’t homemade. I bought potatoes, both white and sweet, because you need mashed potatoes for that gravy, and sweet potatoes because they’ve got lots of fiber and vitamin something-or-other. Nahhh, I just like them. Last, but not least, I have the cranberry jelly that “slides out of the can,” as Lucy van Pelt famously said in Charlie Brown’s Thanksgiving.
My friend met me at Costco this week. Our original plan was to split a pie. We weren’t planning to eat Thanksgiving dinner together this year, only to share the pie. In the end, we each bought a one of their huge pumpkin pies because splitting it just seemed too complicated. Tomorrow, she’s going to work in her church’s food pantry and I’d planned to cook and eat my dinner, then watch my college alma mater wallop the dickens out of Texas A&M. Fingers crossed.
Afterward, I was planning to sit around in a carb and tryptophan stupor for a few days, munching on leftovers.
As it’s turned out, another friend has invited me for Thanksgiving dinner. I don’t know her family, and I turned her down at first because it always feels awkward to me to be in the middle of someone else’s holiday family dynamics. But she was persistent, so I finally accepted.
They’re making more than enough food, so my turkey breast will stay in the freezer for now, along with the pumpkin pie wedges, but from the sound of their menu, I’ll still get my annual carb and tryptophan overload.
I’m grateful. For plentiful food. For good friends. For you readers who encourage me to write. Thank you and Happy Thanksgiving!