I'm giving thanks already today for my computer, because it was in the shop for a week and a half, and I just got it back. It went down when we were under tornado watch, so I'm also thankful that those deadly Illinois tornadoes missed us, and only the computer took a hit here. Anyway, it's fixed, and now I can post what I shall be thankful for come tomorrow.
First, I'll be thankful for all the good food. I am without a doubt a chowhound. I love to chow down, and our dining table will be graced with all of the incredible edibles we look forward to on the fourth Thursday of November each year.
The turkey will be prepped and popped into the oven when I awake and arise tomorrow morning. It will slowly roast to golden perfection, while I envision how delicious the exquisitely delectable skin will taste with the dark meat – and with some white meat,
too – as all of that turkey goodness mingles and dances together on my taste buds, sending me into a state of delightful pleasure.
With the addition of mashed potatoes, stuffing, gravy, cranberry-blueberry sauce,
green-bean casserole, buttery rolls, Norwegian lingonberries and other goodies, I will be in chowhound heaven and, oh, so thankful.
I will be thankful that my mother is sitting at our wonderful Thanksgiving table. It will be her 95th annual turkey day. That's a lot of turkeys. That's a lot of years. I'm greatly thankful for her.
I will be thankful, too, that so many of my family are still around to celebrate Thanksgiving Day. Sadly, there will be two fewer this year, but I know they will be present in spirit at the homes and tables of my nieces, Jackie and Jennifer. Happy Thanksgiving, Stan and Gerry!
As during all of my Thanksgivings, I will be thankful for the memories of Thanksgivings past and relatives who have passed on. My best memory is of a sunny Thanksgiving Day at my grandparents' farm, just north of my Illinois hometown, when I was about 10. All of my aunts, uncles and cousins were there and, of course, my parents and two brothers. It was a beautiful day on the farm.
That day, the men went duck hunting early in the morning, and I vividly remember them returning from the hunt and then plucking, cleaning and dressing out those colorful birds. Imagine a Thanksgiving table that featured a big turkey and ducks – two of my favorite edibles! I sat at one of the kid tables and devoured savory bird and all the trimmings, including that mucky, lumpy, fluffy, Jello salad somebody always made.
I also will be thankful this year that I'm not in some far-flung corner of the globe, getting shot at. I'll be thankful I don't have to worry about hitting a roadside bomb when I drive down the streets hereabouts. I will be very, very thankful that we have brave Americans who expose themselves to such dangers afar in the interest of our safety and freedoms here. Most of all, I will pray for their safe return and hope they will get some kind of Thanksgiving dinner and togetherness during this Thanksgiving away from their families.
Happy Thanksgiving, wherever you are tomorrow.