Thanksgiving tradtitons
Thanksgiving at our house this year was a bit different. We ate on borrowed dishes. We sat on folding chairs and ate at a table the folks at church were kind enough to loan me. The plates used to live here and I'm grateful to Wendi for loaning them to us. It was a small touch of what home used to be. The tablecloths were clean but well worn and stained.
The turkey was lovingly cooked in a pan that has seen better days. We lined the pan with foil and dinner came out well. The table was a hodge-podge of dishes because Wendi has most of them still packed up. There are orange and red mixing bowls and baking dishes here that were my favorite pattern these days (on clearance at Wal-mart!). It beats cool whip and sour cream containers we've been using for tupperware around here. We had no turkey platter this year, either, so I used a cookie sheet. June bought drinking glasses on clearance at Wal-mart as well, so we have matching glasses at least.
The food was good. The company was great. I'm still the champion at Snorta, which is the dumbest but funnest card game you'll ever play. That is if you can find one. They don't make them anymore. But it's our Thanksgiving tradition to play. I made my sister bring it up. I like playing it. June won the first game and I won the second. I had to put the game away so that makes me the champion.
At least in my mind, I'm the champion.
The point is this. It was good enough. The food was good. So was the company. Maybe it wasn't the Ritz, but I didn't come from the Ritz. It was Thanksgiving like it used to be.
I don't know when I forgot that. I grew up with mismatched stuff so it's not like I don't know it. My mom worked her ass off. We just got by with stuff but we always seemed to have just enough! So what I had wasn't what I used to but I found out something really important.
It was never about the stuff. The stuff made things look nice. It was the people that MADE things nice.
My nephew is away at college so our number was short one. I missed him.
The day wasn't without its adventures... drinks were spilled. I made a huge mess in the kitchen and spilled gravy. I got a little mixed up while cooking but nothing was burned, thankfully. The foil in the pan kind of browned up the drippings more than I'm used to and the gravy itself wasn't up to par. Still good, but not what I'm used to making. Dinner didn't sit well with my mom. She's not feeling well today but we still shared our Thanksgiving tradition. You bring home an empty pie dish and you get a full one. Food will be shared with the return of the empty dishes to Wendi. You send me empties, you get full ones in return.
Whether or not you want it.
In the end, though, we had a good time. And I'm watching my second favorite James Bond movie if I can stay awake that long.
I hope your day was as blessed as mine. I'm thankful to God, as I said for the things He gives and takes away. I got to remember where I came from and an important lesson going forward... life is good enough and what I have is enough.
The turkey was lovingly cooked in a pan that has seen better days. We lined the pan with foil and dinner came out well. The table was a hodge-podge of dishes because Wendi has most of them still packed up. There are orange and red mixing bowls and baking dishes here that were my favorite pattern these days (on clearance at Wal-mart!). It beats cool whip and sour cream containers we've been using for tupperware around here. We had no turkey platter this year, either, so I used a cookie sheet. June bought drinking glasses on clearance at Wal-mart as well, so we have matching glasses at least.
The food was good. The company was great. I'm still the champion at Snorta, which is the dumbest but funnest card game you'll ever play. That is if you can find one. They don't make them anymore. But it's our Thanksgiving tradition to play. I made my sister bring it up. I like playing it. June won the first game and I won the second. I had to put the game away so that makes me the champion.
At least in my mind, I'm the champion.
The point is this. It was good enough. The food was good. So was the company. Maybe it wasn't the Ritz, but I didn't come from the Ritz. It was Thanksgiving like it used to be.
I don't know when I forgot that. I grew up with mismatched stuff so it's not like I don't know it. My mom worked her ass off. We just got by with stuff but we always seemed to have just enough! So what I had wasn't what I used to but I found out something really important.
It was never about the stuff. The stuff made things look nice. It was the people that MADE things nice.
My nephew is away at college so our number was short one. I missed him.
The day wasn't without its adventures... drinks were spilled. I made a huge mess in the kitchen and spilled gravy. I got a little mixed up while cooking but nothing was burned, thankfully. The foil in the pan kind of browned up the drippings more than I'm used to and the gravy itself wasn't up to par. Still good, but not what I'm used to making. Dinner didn't sit well with my mom. She's not feeling well today but we still shared our Thanksgiving tradition. You bring home an empty pie dish and you get a full one. Food will be shared with the return of the empty dishes to Wendi. You send me empties, you get full ones in return.
Whether or not you want it.
In the end, though, we had a good time. And I'm watching my second favorite James Bond movie if I can stay awake that long.
I hope your day was as blessed as mine. I'm thankful to God, as I said for the things He gives and takes away. I got to remember where I came from and an important lesson going forward... life is good enough and what I have is enough.
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