Wednesday, November 27, 2013

I Would Probably Be Happy with Peanut Butter Sandwiches

Happy Thanksgiving Eve! I will admit that this isn't my favorite holiday. The best part is getting together with family; that never gets dull. But the feasting part?? I am not much of a feaster. When I go to a restaurant, I can never finish my meal. (Tyler and I have gone to splitting a plate. We look cheap, but least we aren't wasting food.) And I don't really like to stuff myself. I like lots of small snacky size meals throughout the day. I would be happiest with a bit of turkey on a roll with a dash of cranberry dressing. Later I could dig some mashed potatoes with gravy. I'd happily take a sprinkling of salad on and off during the day. And I could finish the evening with a midnight helping of pumpkin pie. (Best eaten right before bed, curled up on the couch.)

But NO. I'm expected to eat all this stuff in one sitting. Crazy, I tell you. And don't even get me started on unlucky people who have to see two families in one day and stuff themselves twice. Ridiculous.

Family makes it all worth it though. (Although family is part of the problem. Don't you feel obliged to eat more food when someone else has gone to all that work to prepare it?) I guess I am willing to overeat once a year in the spirit of familial unity. And I do like that everyone stops to think a little more about what they are grateful for and the blessings they often take for granted.

And thank heavens for leftovers. The day after you can get to the true grazing.


Scott and Svetlana said...

I sure feel the same way. Stuffing yourself at a big meal, hmmm, yeah, I guess family unity does makes it ok.
Happy Gobble-Gobble day!
btw: our pumpkin pie is still in the oven… :)

¡Vieve! said...

The stuffing yourself is an unfortunate part of the day, and one I always seem to do, then spend the evening in a food coma.

meganmushrat said...

I am not quite as unrestrained as I was as a child. I can remember Thanksgivings where I could barely waddle from the table to the couch, and then would lie there in actual pain because I had eaten so much. But I don't do that anymore. Maybe my cooking isn't as good a my mothers, but I'd like to think I have learned wisdom with age.