Thursday, November 22, 2007

Gobble, gobble

Today is Thanksgiving, which, for all my international readers, is the day Americans mark landing on Plymouth Rock and beginning our slow takeover of this land from the Native Americans. We celebrate by eating foods we believe our forefathers did shortly after they arrived -- like Cool Whip and macaroni salad. Oh, and then we all complain about how much we ate and pledge to get back to the gym. Some of us even take the celebration a bit further, get stinking drunk, and start a fight with a family member. I think the pilgrims would be so proud of us.

Really though, today is a day to look back on the past year and count your blessings. I consider myself quite lucky, because I have a lot for which to be thankful. I have a wonderful husband, a cute, but stinky dog, a wonderful family and a roof over my head. I have a job I don't despise, friends who put up with me, and am relatively healthy. And then there are the little things....
  • I am thankful for step stools, because without them I would never be able to get anything out of the high cupboards when Ryan wasn't home.
  • I am thankful for Kraft singles. The French may have the best cheese in the world, but they don't have this. It melts, but it doesn't. It's food, but it isn't. How truly American.
  • I am thankful for coconut scented shampoo. Some days it is the only thing that gets me out of bed. It's like being lulled into wakefulness by a sweet cookie/island dream.
  • I am thankful for any kind of dough that has been fried. Scones, elephant ears, fry bread, beignets, turnovers, dumplings -- all are little pieces of oil soaked deliciousness. Ryan and I have traveled pretty extensively, and I have found that fried doughy goodness is the one thing that exists in all cultures. Now, that's something they don't tell you on the "Small World" ride.
  • I am thankful for Crocs. yes, I know my sisters call them a crime against fashion, and that Sally is bent on destroying them, but I love them. They don't require socks, they don't hurt my feet, and they wash easily. What more could you want? Style? Screw style.
  • I am thankful for wine, in all it's forms. Even Viognier and Merlot.
Now we are off to my Mother's, bringing chocolate pie and pigs in a blanket to add to the Thanksgiving feast. I think that's exactly what the Native Americans brought to welcome the settlers if I remember high school history correctly.

I hope you all have a lovely day, and that everyone has a nice pair of elastic waist pants.


cate said...

no one should be thankful for crocs.