Sometimes You Gotta Be Strong

Well. How did this happen? For the first time in my life, I find myself without a place at the Thanksgiving table, surrounded by friends and family and food. Thanksgiving in the early years was held at my grandparent’s home. My grandmother made kasha and lima beans. Not together, but those are the two foods that I remember that were not found on others’ tables. Kasha varnishkas with bowties, and with a splash of turkey gravy/juice are one of heaven’s treats. Grandma’s lima beans, on the other hand… well, except for my Grandpa, I think I was the only person who ate them. She made them from dried beans. They were not baby limas, either. These things were the size of baby shoes, and about as tasty and tender. I swear that you had to cut them with a knife and fork, too. They were grayish, and there was nothing in them resembling a flavor. Still, I loved them. I have no idea why.



Anyway, as my grandparents aged, the holiday moved to my mother’s home, and as the kids grew up and moved away, she and my father filled the empty spaces with their friends. The event expanded until it was a huge buffet, with multiple tables and all sorts of family and friends. My mother and father hosted the “widows and orphans” and it was a magnificent excess. The lima beans disappeared. The kasha varnishkas was supplied by my Auntie Em. My brother and I fought over the turkey skin, and my father brandished his razor-sharp knives to keep us at bay until he’d finished carving.



In time, that scene shifted to the GirlCousin’s home. The RLA and I would arrive with our ice-crusher and he would mix drinks until the elders were giggling like teenagers, and the teenagers were surreptitiously snagging cosmos. The GirlCousin’s husband discovered the glory of the turkey deep fryer, and since that side of the family avoids poultry skin like the plague, my brother and I were happily left to devour ALL the fried turkey skin with no competition and none of Daddy’s flashing cutlery to hamper us.



This year, the GirlCousin has had to take a pass, because sometimes life gets in the way of hilarity. Her sister-in-law has taken up the standard, and the family feast moved another 60 miles north. Which, unfortunately, puts it a tad beyond my reach. There are dogs. There are no dog sitters. There is the 4 hour drive. There is just no way.



So, I called my friends. Star is heading off to her family’s annual Turkeypalooza, taking with her the Surrogate Daughters. RJ and MJ are heading to Homestead to hang with other friends. MizPearl has plans with the Southern Ladies Auxiliary. My brother in law is off the to the northern end of the state to HIS in-law’s lake house. I called my recently orphaned boy cousins, thinking that they would need to be fed and comforted in the bosom of family…they had their own plans. The Renowned Local Artist and I are on our own.



It is, to be honest, freaking me the fuck out. I love him, and I love the dogs and the cat, but this is not the holiday I’m used to. I expect to be surrounded by family and friends and raucous laughter and tall tales and competitive cooking. Wish me luck, because I’m going to cook for two, and then we’ll go spend time with my mummy. Maybe I’ll take her some kasha varnishkas.



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(3) Comments
#1. Posted by Solonor on November 21, 2008

We went cold turkey (so to speak) the first year we moved to Florida. The years before that were spent in an orgy of eating and games-playing and laughing and football (and sleeping off the after effects) at my in-laws and then later in the day at my parents. Suddenly, it was just the four of us. Very depressing, but we got used to it eventually.

I hope you figure out a way to relax and enjoy the day. It’s not the same, but quiet can be nice for a change.

#2. Posted by RJ Flamingo on November 22, 2008

That’s right. Make me feel guilty.

When I was a kid in Ohio, it was always just the four of us - my parents, older brother, & me. I’d always heard about the big gatherings, but we were the only family we had there. And it didn’t change much when we moved to Florida.

But MJ & I have done Thanksgiving alone before. Usually when we couldn’t stand the thought of yet another holiday with the family. Turned on the Macy’s parade and leisurely prepared our Thanksgiving feast. It was nice. Kind of romantic, actually.

So, relax, enjoy, look around you, and take in everything for which you have to be thankful, Sweetie. You’ll finally have the peace and quiet to do that. I love you.

#3. Posted by TNGEO on November 24, 2008

OK, now listen.

My wife’s 30-year-old son (my son by marriage) is bringing his girlfriend to eat with us. What does this portend? I hope she’s a keeper. Frankly I’m ready for grandkids.

My own son Gideon is an irregular attendee at these events.

Eat your turkey, sip your wine, drive around and look at the decorations. Life is good. -G

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