I admit, I am a big Thanksgiving scrooge. I always love getting together with my family and eating, but Thanksgiving has always rubbed me the wrong way. It seemed to me it was a holiday for men, who would sit around all day watching football until they were served this lovely meal, then they would go sit around some more and watch more football until it was time for pie, then they would sit around some more until the mess in the kitchen was cleaned up. Meanwhile, the women would be shopping, planning prepping, cooking, cleaning and scrubbing for 3 days straight. And we were supposed to be happy about it. It just never seemed fair. Plus, it's just weird and a creepy homage to to power of advertising/culture that all over America families gather and eat the exact same foods on the exact same day. And they do this to show they are thankful? And don't even get me started on the thankful Facebook posts.
So this year, Audrey and Alisa did all the cooking. Like, ALL the cooking. Mom made yams, I brought drinks and Erwann made pie crust. Audrey and Alisa did everything else. And I realized that if I had ever had a sister to share Thanksgiving with, I might have felt different about it.
They had a good time. The food was great, and me and my mom went for a walk while dinner was cooking.
It was a good day, and we are all thankful.
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