Roses on Thanksgiving
Roses. They are my favorite, and yes, I know that I am original. When I was at the grocery store this week, and I was there a lot, I couldn’t help notice these gorgeous colors. Perfect for my table, aren’t they? I keep looking at them and going over to bury my nose in their soft sweet petals.
I hope all of you had a wonderful thanksgiving. We had a turkey:
And a Katie on the side, so it seems. She is the only one of my kids that will actually eat the turkey. It is safe to say, that none of my kids really enjoy the food of Thanksgiving. They are unlike their parents, and most of America. I love Thanksgiving. Love. It is the only holiday that is left alone. There doesn’t seem to be much commercialism about this wonderful holiday that is all about gratitude and family. The time is what is celebrated, and the people, and our blessings.
We host Thanksgiving for Jeff’s parents. My sister is in town, but she and her family host her in-laws as well. My parents are in California for the month of November. I can’t remember how long we have been hosting, but I think it is around four years, maybe five, so it seems to have a routine to it now. I cook. I make the mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, stuffing, fresh green beans, and the scalloped corn. I slice the apples and wash the grapes (the globe grapes that are only around for the holidays, yum). I make the caramel dip and arrange the cheese platter. I put the crackers in a basket, decorate the table, make sure we have drinks, gravy, olives, gross canned jellied cranberries. I break open the crescent rolls and roll them up and try to remember to put them in the oven. I buy the napkins, and the paper plates for the hors d’oeuvres and the pie. What I don’t do: TURKEY. I leave that to our resident expert, who happens to be my husband. He is outstanding.
We have several traditions on Thanksgiving. The first is that we stay in our pajamas in the morning. I begin early barking orders for the people under 40 to clean up their junk that has spread itself around the house. They sit and watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and color their “Oh you turkey” coloring contest that the Minneapolis StarTribune does every year. Jeff runs to the store to buy two more papers so each kid gets one. I bring the card table upstairs and put out a jigsaw puzzle. Then I get to work. I try to do as much as possible before Thanksgiving. This year I had little time, so I only got the mashed potatoes, stuffing and scalloped corn done ahead of time. I began with the sweet potatoes and went on from there. This is the first year that I had everything done (including getting myself ready!) well before my in-laws arrived. I actually got to start on the puzzle! It might be because Sarah wanted to help, so I had her set the table, and snap the beans, and make place cards. She also wanted to put out the Thanksgiving poems, so I printed them for her and she cut them out and scattered them on the table.
It was a lovely day. The food was good, and all went well. We have so much to be Thankful for. What a brilliant idea to devote a day to gratitude. I just want all of you out there to know, I am so very thankful for you, you and your friendship. You, and your insightful posts that make me a better person. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.