Thanks - Giving.
Some people live for the infamous Thanksgiving meal. My oldest brother will devour it (and boy, does his BMI show it), but I seem to be missing that craving. Sure, the turkey is not bad -especially with ketsup - and the mashed potatoes can be tolerated as long as pools of butter accompany them. But the cranberry jiggly stuff, the peas, the casseroles and pumpkin-y desserts. Lord, get me to my Christmas night spaghetti and meatballs (I’m sure that’s what most people have on Christmas Day, right?). However, there are several Thanksgiving traditions I do love, some timeless, and some new. The actual preparing of the turkey. Football. Sheaff’s inevitable nap during football. Flannel shirts. That apple craft with toothpicks, marshmallows and raisins. Sheaff’s side of baked beans. Family. Friends who are really family. The bonfire at Cacophony Farm. Gathering. Squeezing our child into a broiler pan to pretend she’s a turkey (yes, see pictures below). The anticipation of...