You already know our family does this holiday, shall we say, a bit differently. Yes, we love a grand feast, and here is a photo of last year’s:
But remember, we have a family of comedians, so they always tweak it a bit. One treasured tradition is going around the table and saying what you’re thankful for, but when you do it alphabetically as we do, you end up with “Asiatic Flu,” “hot rods,” and “urinals,” which you can read about here.
This year Cassidy contributed “criminals” and “unlicensed obstetricians of illegitimate children.” When I chose Gulliver’s Travels because of its creative adventure I was nearly run out of town as a heretic and a huge argument about the merits of classic literature ensued.
But this year, with Bob under ice packs, still healing from a knee replacement (and a broken femur which happened during the procedure), I was a tad distracted. The turkey was done an hour and half before everything else, the cheesecake—which Nicole topped with her pomegranate-honey glaze was gorgeous:
But was a little underdone in the center. The smoke alarm went off three times, windows and doors were flung open, and the dog went running down the street.
We finally got everything on the table (except the dog), and I realized I am grateful for this crazy bunch whom I love, who pitch in to cook and clean, and even the one who forbade me from posting our group photo. Whatever. Gratitude abounds.
And now that that’s over with, dive into Christmas shopping here, where there’s a book for everyone!