Thanksgiving used to be the holiday that I spent in my pajamas watching the parade, putting up the Christmas tree with my dad and eventually eating turkey, stuffing, green bean casserole and pumpkin pie. It was an ok holiday that was really just a stepping stone on the way to Christmas. Although there was one year where the snow was piling up outside and Teen and I spent the waning daylight hours rolling around in the white stuff making a little snowlady we inexplicably named Gertrude. That Thanksgiving was awesome, because a snowlady named Gertrude clearly rocks.Now that I'm sort of an adult I appreciate Thanksgiving as a day to do nothing but cook, eat and relax with friends and family. This year it was just me and Teen, a lot of Christmas carols, some ridiculously awesome dance moves, Charlie Brown's Thanksgiving, mounds of food and bottles of wine.
It was a great Thanksgiving spent with one of the people I am most thankful for: my best Teen.
I'm also thankful that mom gave us for Christmas last year those special ingredients to prepare some of her holiday recipes that are seemingly unavailable in the LA area: soup mixture for Spinach Dip and butterscotch pudding for her caramel rolls. You gotta love Minnesota cooking.
I'm thankful that when these Gingered Cranberries came out tasting more like ginger than cranberry, there were other delicious side dishes to indulge in. (Because really, it tasted like I would imagine jamming a hunk of ginger root into your mouth would taste. Not the best.)
Am I thankful that Teen will jump around and dance with me to Mariah Carey belting out "All I Want for Christmas is You"? Hell yes, I am! And I'm oh so happy that when I snapped this photo of her during the middle of our performance, something wonky was going on with her right arm making it appear to be extra long and stick thin, with a giant ham-like hand dangling off the end.
It's been a pretty good year and I'm just so very thankful. So, it may be 5 days late, but Happy Thanksgiving! We had one for the books...hope you did too.
2 comments:
Omg her arm. You know what this means, right? That all those years I had my little sister convinced I was from Mars (as a joke) were actually true about your sister. She's AN ALIEN.
IIIIIIIIIIII want an alien arm!
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