Thanksgiving. My favorite.
A day full of food, family, friends and (usually) a snow-covered football game (unfortunately no snow this year). A day also filled with loud, redneck distant relatives, awkward introductions to new spouses/fiances/significant others, a side dish that everyone
tries to avoid has to eat for politeness' sake, an overly dry turkey that no one ever complains about that is filled with tryptophan, and the coma that follows. There are always little kids running around like mad children, argumentative old men who are debating the latest political issue, women who sit around the table and play Rummikub, the young guys who watch football on tv all day, and then me, who usually just sits back, eats and watches all the happenings.
Great Grandma usually makes all of the thanksgiving pies. Well, great grandma is almost 90, just got out of the hospital with pneumonia, and is not in the best position to be stressed out and doing tedious pie making duties. So this year, I was nominated to fill this position. Those are some huge shoes to fill, and I have small feet!