Thanksgiving is traditionally a time when people gather with family or friends, enjoy a football game, a parade, fellowship and of course, food. Over the years I have participated in large family gatherings, small family gatherings, dined with friends, or gone out to a restaurant. This year, for the first time ever, I am doing Thanksgiving solo. That was my choice.
A year ago I cooked a Thanksgiving dinner and had my daughter, her three children and her boyfriend over to join my husband and I. Ron was battling cancer; a battle he lost eleven days later. Ron didn’t feel well; he didn’t want my daughter and the grandchildren here but I insisted on having Thanksgiving with them. Why? Because I knew the boys, who at that time were 9 and 4, needed it. Thinking back it may have been the last time they saw him.
So now we move forward a year. I had surgery on my ankle a week ago, so I informed my daughter that I would not be preparing Thanksgiving dinner this year. I let her know that my intent is to stay home and crash. As it turns out my daughter has to work long hours on black Friday, so she and her boyfriend decided to stay home and do their own turkey. Why am I not joining them? For one I can’t get into their house. Secondly I can’t go anywhere without a chauffeur. Third I don’t want the hassles of the mess that comes with cooking, cleanup and three children in the house. I prefer to go the quiet, solo route, at least this year.
So what will I do? I purchased a stuffed chicken breast and will fix that with some sweet potatoes for myself. It isn’t a turkey, but at least it is poultry! I will read, do paperwork, write, or just put my feet up and watch the Thanksgiving Day Parade on TV. Time will tell as the day unfolds.
I hope all of you have a very Happy Thanksgiving, complete with turkey, stuffing, and of course pumpkin pie….in fact, eat an extra piece of pie for me!