Like many born in the last century, I first considered the tradition of Thanksgiving as a first grader. In the canon of American holidays, it was my favorite: Halloween candy wasn’t worth being taunted by the older boys and their scary Dracula teeth (plastic, but still bloody!) The shiny jingle of Christmas, my mother gently explained, wasn’t for us. Valentine’s Day, with its inedible chalk hearts and unrequited crushes on the older boys, would also prove to be a disappointment.
It’s the one day of the year that I love to eat turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce, and pumpkin pie! 😋😋😋
😜”You can’t really fuck it up” 😂
Hold my beer.
My “go-to” on Thanksgiving is the Chatham Artillery Punch…it takes the edge off (well…it helps…)