I remember a few years ago when my son (the one who had me bawling my eyes out in the last post!) told me his favorite holiday was Thanksgiving. Not Christmas or his Birthday, where he is showered with gifts. Not Halloween, where he is showered with candy. Thanksgiving! It made me happy then, and it makes me happy now.
And I have to agree~ my favorite holiday is Thanksgiving! There is something so wonderfully wonderful about the smell (and the taste!) of the turkey and the stuffing and the gravy and the sweet potatoes and the cranberries… and the pies! Oh dear Lord, the pies!
We all come together and we eat and we drink and we are merry. And we enjoy the leftovers at least as much as we enjoyed the meal itself. And then we wait an entire year to do it again. This post was originally going to be about gratitude, but it’s taken an unexpected turn.
Why do I make a turkey only on Thanksgiving? It’s inexpensive, easy enough to prepare, feeds many people for many days and it makes us all ecstatically happy.
Why don’t I make a turkey more than once a year?
And to all the turkeys out there, do you have any idea how thankful we are for you?