I don’t know about you guys, but Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. Not because of the four-day weekend, and not because of the chance to see your entire family crammed into a small three-room townhouse. Forget all that. When I look down at my plate and see enough mashed potatoes, turkey, green beans and gravy to feed a small, impoverished country, that’s when I get the warm holiday fuzzies.
I can’t remember the last time my family and I had a turkey at Thanksgiving. My grandpa isn’t a fan of turkey so we’d have different types of meat instead. “But turkey is the traditional Thanksgiving food!” people will say to me when they hear this. People also gasp when they hear that my family has mixed opinions on pumpkin pie, so we have other pies and desserts instead.
I can vividly recall the worst day of my life as a working adult. My alarm sounded promptly at 5:00 a.m. The sky was still dark, and I dreaded the day ahead. The reason for this dread is a feeling that any retail employee can understand: I was working on Black Friday.
There is a picture of me in the family photo album dressed as a little lady pilgrim, standing next to a little Indian boy with construction paper feathers in a construction paper headband. It was taken in 1994 when I was a wee kindergartner.
History books are wrong about the Battle of the Bulge. It didn’t happen in Europe during World War II; it’s happening in our homes on the fourth Thursday of every November. As Thanksgiving draws closer this year and threatens waistlines everywhere, it would be wise of us to devise a strategy to deal with this dangerous opponent. This opponent is none other than the duplicious Thanksgiving dinner. The following are the resources and attack strategies of the Thanksgiving dinner:
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