Tag: <span>Thanksgiving</span>
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We are both sick, nothing dramatic, it’s just a cold but this one is a tough one. It seems it’s going around and everybody has a hard time with it. It lingers and it’s hard to shake it off.
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Twelve years ago, in 2010 -the first Thanksgiving after a couple of months of being houseless/homeless- was the last time I added grocery prices up the way I did this year. For whatever reason, this year I felt the same mix of emotions as I did back then.
“Ultimately, the roast turkey must be regarded as a monument to Boomer’s love.
Look at it now, plump and glossy, floating across Idaho as if it were a mammoth, mutated seed pod. Hear how it backfires as it passes the silver mines, perhaps in tribute to the origin of the knives and forks of splendid sterling that a roast turkey and a roast turkey alone possesses the charisma to draw forth into festivity from dark cupboards.
For the wife
Who says it’s hot dogs tonight
Because she is home with me
And not out with someone else.
Most of us are very fortunate. We can afford to go overboard, and we do it every year around Thanksgiving. We cook for an army of people, even though there will only be a handful at the dinner table. Instead of one side dish, we have four or five.
“I hope they don’t find out where I hide everything,” Sheila thought as she continued to walk toward the old exit. At home nothing was safe anymore, they were…
I hated Thanksgiving for so many years. It was my nightmare Holiday and I was always glad when it was over. Thanksgiving is a cruel Holiday when you don’t have family left; it makes you feel like an outsider looking in.
I just spend a few hours in my kitchen preparing food for our annual Thanksgiving feast tomorrow. Our fridge is full; there is not an inch of space left on the shelves. The vegetable drawers and the door spaces are filled up and overflowing with food and beverages.