Not much to say about it. I brined and roasted a 14lb. turkey. I am vegetarian along with my partner and my son is well on his way. This is not by any persuasion of mine. Having been a cook to survive college I have made every effort to create delicious meat dishes for him. His spiral into vegetarianism has everything to do with his inability to look away from the beasts eyes. He has come to fully realize where all meat comes from, which I believe is ultimately necessary for all meat eaters to know. This ensures healthy and humane meat industries. Although I must be clear that I by no means pushed my political agenda on my son either. He just falls by the graces of much respected and admired neighbors who are dedicated homesteaders. Therefore, he has been witness to the cuteness of baby animals littering their farm only later to find them in the freezer.
Back to the passing of thanks. There was but one lone giving of such thanks and that was by me for the miracle that I was off the couch after a three-week spree. One minor fall in the woods, two stitches on the bend of my knee, a sudden and oh so painful infection, and an allergic reaction to the antibiotics set me deep into the folds of our thirteen year old lumpy futon for a couch. But, my lands, did I love that couch for those three weeks. I could wiggle and squirm and groan all I wanted without keeping the chips to my dip awake all night. And during the day, I discovered that television is programmed for the retired and late-blooming stay at home moms. Every commercial break between Giada, Jamie and Chuck was riddled with medicare parts a,b, and d (is there no c?) or Icool for those night sweats that keep you up at night. Now, I could relate to the latter having suffered for the past year and half from a profound lack of estrogen. I must admit after foolin around with homeopathic remedies I finally slapped a patch on it. AAAAHHHH! Relief!
So I ventured solo into the giving of thanks. My small and ho-hum party of six(no offense) which included myself, my son, my partner, my partners sister and her boyfriend and son, all of whom stayed with us for five days during the great snowstorm of Halloween, meekly nodded in cahoots. This visit was far less exiting having just waved them off to their re-powered home less than a month prior. Oh, I can just hear any number of the happy-go-lucky people in my life rattling off the long list of all that I have to be thankful for and I don’t disagree. But I still felt the passing of Thanksgiving this year to be far less exciting than many a passing of gas. I can’t wait to see what christmas brings.