This is our Thanksgiving Monday up here in Canada and each family tends to have slightly different celebrations. They’re all based on the essentially pagan harvest festival, in that the crops are harvested, days are getting shorter and mornings are colder. We figure we’ve got enough stuff put aside and hey, one last blowout before we go dark and cold for Winter. That is the real root of Thanksgiving before it got all cluttered up with Pilgrims and the other political/religious zeal of long, long ago.
We did the usual on Sunday night, a fresh turkey, roasted crisp and moist, bread stuffing full of sage and onions. Brussels sprouts, squash with butter and brown sugar, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes and enough gravy to float a skiff. There was also pie, an apple pie of delicacy and dimension that the leftovers had to be eaten Monday morning for breakfast. That’s something to be thankful for: I’m a grownup and I can, if I want to, choose to have apple pie and cheese for breakfast. I did. I feel no shame either, as there was fruit, carbs and protein in my meal. Considering the better half had a leftover turkey, stuffing and cranberry sandwich for breakfast, makes it right. Call it the Communion of the Leftovers.
Today, the ‘holiday’ Monday has been decreed a day for rest and relaxation. That lead us to asking what are we giving thanks for?
Good food, of course, our health, some reasonable prosperity, our life together, our nefarious heathen cats and all the other people we’ve shared with over the years, be it laughter, or tears. Wherever they are, know that we’re thankful and grateful for having shared something with them.
As for you, dear reader? Yes, we’re thankful for you too. Reading is not a solitary occupation as there are always two people involved, the writer and the reader. Your reading is your way of saying thanks for what we’ve written.
There will always be more to come, we promise.