No recipe today, just the genuine wish that all of you out there, on the other side of the computer screen, find some moments of joy on this holiday. Whether your table bears turkey, tofurkey, or turkey sandwiches, whether your group is large, small, or a party of one, whether you’re enjoying a football game or fighting with your relatives, take a minute to remember your blessings.
The Yumble household is full of family today, but we were thisclose to missing a key member. On Tuesday, Ross was informed that he would have to catch a flight at 7 AM on Thursday morning for work. Thursday meaning Thanksgiving. (He works for a French company – apparently they don’t “get” Thanksgiving.) The one year we thought we didn’t have to travel, yet here we were…I would still be hosting six people, and somehow we were still planning to drive to the airport Thanksgiving morning. Life sure is full of twists. We were a teensy bit bummed.
Then, on Wednesday, the plan changed again. His project had a delay, and his company canceled his Thursday flight. We’re still on pins and needles, and he could get a call anytime that he has to get on a flight asap. But for now, we are counting our blessings that we will, in fact, get our very first Thanksgiving hosted together, in our home. Not to get all sappy on ya, but the close call makes us appreciate it all the more.
I mention all this to point out that (1) holidays are never ever perfect, and (2) somehow we can still appreciate and remember the good parts. I’m very grateful to have family members celebrating with me today, and now I’m 10000% more grateful to have Ross with us as well.
And if you have a kitchen disaster today, I leave you with this to make you feel better:
Remember how I talked about my pecan pie disaster last year? Here’s a picture. I used a pie plate with holes in the bottom, which theoretically help circulate air and make a crispy crust…but in my case, they allowed all the shortening, butter, corn syrup, etc., to leak onto the bottom of the oven. There were fire alarms, there was copious amounts of smoke, and there was left in the pie plate a sad little patch of rock-hard crust and pecans. I salvaged it and took a picture because, let’s be honest, as long as no one’s hurt, kitchen disasters make pretty funny stories. And now I’m sharing it with you, so you can be comforted if you have a similar tale of woe. Thanksgiving is not ruined. Everyone will be just fine.
So pass the bourbon (and the pie), and let’s raise a glass to our own crazy, messed up, imperfect holidays, and everything we still find to enjoy in them. Happy Thanksgiving!