Thanksgiving

So, as we are all aware, Thanksgiving is RIGHT AROUND THE FUKKING CORNER!  oh joy.

For over 20 years I have made Thanksgiving dinner.  I get up at the ass-crack of dawn and start cooking and baking;  I love it!  My music is playing.  No one pesters me because they all want the dinner I’m cooking up.  After about 2 hours of cooking the house starts to smell AMAZING! Eventually the house starts waking up and people try to snatch a bit of stuffing or pie or…what ever.  The house is clean and being cleaned!  The table is set and sometimes, depending on time and inclination, the house is decorated for Christmas.

This year will be a bit different.

No baking/cooking/decorating/cleaning or anything this year.  And I am sad.  My girlfriend’s family is coming round for Thanksgiving and none of them like to stray too far from their traditional: grocery store pie, Stove Top Stuffing, potatoes from a box and, fortunately, real turkey.  Now I believe that there is a place for Stove top Stuffing.  That place is in an occasional casserole or possibly as a quick starch for a non-spectacular dinner.  It is NOT for Thanksgiving day dinner~!  Neither is a box of potatoes.  I did offer to cook but was politely declined.  and that is OK.  I was feeling a bit sorry for myself but I had a stroke of brilliance (Ok, not truly brilliant but it’s better than just saying I had a stroke!).  I am going to deliver meals on wheels Thanksgiving morning.

Serving the community on a holiday is not a new concept.  I have often wanted to do something with a soup kitchen or some sort of service but the preparation of my own dinner precluded this.  Well..whatcha know…I now have a bit of time on my hands.  I’m working on turning lemons into lemonade.

I realize it is actually rather selfish to do this.  I need something to keep my mind off of my own troubles and so I will deliver food to people who are less fortunate…and make myself feel better.  Yup…but I think I’ll be OK w/this.