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  • A Week of Thanksgiving

    Posted by Sgt. Mom on November 24th, 2016 (All posts by )

    Today is Thanksgiving Day; my daughter and I will share a feast of delightfully orange-flavored brined turkey breast (a recipe lifted from the current issue of Cuisine at Home) plus some sides; as a small dish of baked stuffing using some heels of pumpernickel bread from the bounteously-stuffed garage deep-freeze, oven-roasted Brussel sprouts, garlic mashed potatoes, all served with a dash of the lingonberry sauce from the jar I purchased last weekend from the Ikea grocery department – it tastes very much like cranberry sauce anyway — and finished off with a slice of pumpkin pie, baked this week. The enduring trouble that I have with Thanksgiving is that I don’t much like most of the traditional dishes. Of those that I do, I don’t want to eat leftovers of them from now until past mid-December. Seriously, in many years, I was so tired of sorting out the remainders of a whole turkey I would choose anything else vaguely birdlike for the main entrée, and for Christmas, practically anything else. On some years when it would be just me, I threw tradition to the winds and did a tiny half-pound frozen poulet from HEB Central Market, or a rock Cornish game hen, accompanied by the traditional autumnal dishes that I did like. (These solitary dinners were a treat for me; single servings of exotic and/or expensive dishes that I would never have sampled otherwise.)

    Yes, I did some Thanksgiving days with just me, myself, and I, contra every existing holiday tradition. I experienced some uncomfortable Thanksgiving Day dinners at the houses of acquaintances, but the worst of them was an excruciating dinner wherein I with preschool daughter in tow had been invited by my military supervisor to share his familial table … except that he had somehow forgotten to tell his spouse until the very last minute that he had invited us. Her resentment was a palpable thing, hovering over the table like a fog and curdling every bite that I took. That was the year that I resolved to break no bread on Thanksgiving with any but blood family; if it meant only the two of us or myself alone, then so be it. I did manage to get home for that traditional dinner with blood relatives now and again – which varied the solitary meal program to some degree.

    Besides, sometimes the Thanksgiving holiday was an opportunity to do serious work – the year that I replaced the back fence myself, and ate my supper mid-project from a tray (the tiny poulet year) sitting in the living room and regarding the fence in mid-project. This year is no different, with substantial projects in mid-accomplishment: we have the three-day market event in Johnson City to prepare for; the full-on display of the pavilion, with Christmas lights, special displays and three days’ worth of stock; my books, her earrings. This is a huge event – justifying some preparations above and beyond the usual. Christmas dinner will mark the real end and celebration for us – another year, well-done.

    There are so many things to celebrate, and give thanks for on this particular day: We are thankful that Mom is safely settled with my sister and her family out in California; that Mom is as sharp and healthy as ever, aside from the wheelchair-necessitating disability. We are also thankful for a couple of repeat clients for the Teeny Publishing Bidness, and a couple of new ones. This allowed us the latitude to explore other yearly markets, and with the election being done and people feeling good about spending money again, those markets may yet be profitable for us. We are thankful for our neighbors, especially the ones who tolerate Larry-bird’s early morning serenades, who exchange venison and garden vegetables for eggs, in addition to exchanging contacts and recommendations in the most neighbor-supporting way. We are thankful indeed, for a refrigerator, pantry and freezer stuffed with good food, stashed away against emergencies, that both our automobiles are in good repair and running order, that among other necessary household repairs we could afford to top up the ceiling insulation and reduce the electric bill thereby. We have our own continued good health to be thankful for… I am thankful for being able to publish three books with my name on the cover this year – including the one that I was beginning to believe I could never finish. I have probably forgotten any number of other things to be thankful for, so I’ll just stash them under the topic of “other blessings.” May you all have blessings to be thankful for, and a bounteous supper to mark the day. Happy Thanksgiving!

     

    9 Responses to “A Week of Thanksgiving”

    1. dearieme Says:

      I hope you enjoy your day, Sarge and Sargette.

    2. Mike K Says:

      We have a lot to be thankful for this year.

      I was married to Jill in July 1979. Sadly we divorced ten years later over a series of misunderstandings that we have only recently begun to understand.

      She married again but I did not. four years ago, we shared Thanksgiving dinner in Palm Desert when I rented a house down there and my son and his family joined us. Jill, who was dealing with a senile and depressed husband, brought her 98 year old mother to have dinner with us.

      She moved in with me in the summer of 2013 and her divorce finally ended a month ago. It took three years and a lot of heartache.

      Two weeks ago, we got married again and bought a house in Tucson. We will move in January and, since the kids are all over the place, we will have a small turkey dinner for two.

      Happy Thanksgiving.

    3. Sgt. Mom Says:

      Thanks, Dearie – best to you and yours today and at this season.

    4. Jonathan Says:

      A very happy Thanksgiving to all.

    5. CapitalistRoader Says:

      Yesterday we had two reluctant Trump voters and two die-hard Hillary voters sit down for Thanksgiving dinner. Not a single word of politics was spoken and we had a wonderful time. Turkey with all the trimmings and saag paneer. Yum.

    6. dearieme Says:

      I suppose the Indian dish symbolised Trump and the turkey Hillary?

    7. Mike K Says:

      There is a delightful post on Thanksgiving over at Diplomad 2.0

      His wife is Spanish and hates anything to do with birds of any stripe. They had paella at Thanksgiving. Until his son rebelled.

      He was furious with us. He refused to eat paella and demanded a turkey. Even my wife was shocked into submission by the uncompromising fury coming from the tyke. It was Thanksgiving Day. I had to find a turkey in Manhattan! I dashed out of our building on the upper east side. All of the supermarkets were closed. A turkey! My kingdom for a turkey! I wandered the cold, darkling desolate concrete canyons, my despair growing and threatening to overwhelm me. I had let down my kids! The wages of sin, the consequences of falsehoods! God give me a sign that You will allow me to redeem myself . . . Wait! A deli! Still open but about to close! I ran in! Turkey sandwiches! They must have a turkey somewhere! A bizarre negotiation followed in which I finally convinced the suspicious Pakistani owner of the “Jewish” deli to sell me a whole kosher turkey at the price per pound of the sliced sandwich meat.

      Delightful.

    8. dearieme Says:

      I don’t suppose that it’s now White Saturday, is it?

    9. Sgt. Mom Says:

      Dunno,Dearie – we’re in the Hill Country, but still not cold enough to snow.