O.K., So I had a hard time coming up with the Thanksgiving Picture. I would have had to put together a full blown scrapbook…and that would’ve been just for the table settings. I couldn’t find the aerial shot it would have taken to cover it all. While in our house the planning, the shopping, the decorating and the cooking may be going on all week, it’s the Turkey Bowl that starts the day off right if you know what I mean. Thus the snapshot of the Turkey Bowl… doesn’t our son look great?
I’ve been out of the loop on this because of the planning, the shopping, the decorating, the cooking and I’ll have to own up to the enjoyment of the sheer quiet that exists in our house for the first few hours of the day. And I didn’t even have to get up ridiculously early to achieve this.
The Turkey Bowl is a highly anticipated activity by our family. It’s an event put together by members of our community to come together and have some rivalry fun. In years past it’s been The Unmarried vs. The Married. But as the Unmarried grew older and evolved into the Married the team grouping became less defined. So because of being out of that loopy thing I don’t know how the lines are drawn this time around and I may have to find myself vicariously cheering on both teams. Ah, the burden of motherhood.
Meanwhile back at the stoves and the ovens and the countertops in our sublime silence we, “The at Home” are cooking up around 60 pounds of turkey, probably around 30 pounds of potatoes, yams that multiply when not looking, dressing, gravy, goodies, goodies and goodies. The pies that weren’t done ahead of time will be done when the pie maker gets home from the Turkey Bowl. Cupboards and table tops cleared over as our extended family bring in the food, drink, and goodies and goodies that they are bearing.
Then the cacophony of ruddy face and hyper spirit as the family makes their way in the doors at the ending of said Bowl. But this very soon turns to the rhythm and symphony of clinking forks, scraping knives, laughter and love.
Thanksgiving, it is such a beautiful term pregnant with so much meaning, and what a beautiful idea to have a day to bring our loved ones around to savor this with. We sincerely wish a Happy Thanksgiving from our house to yours. ~ A Women’s Place~
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Just want to add a quickie provided by our 7-yr. old…He came bursting into the kitchen asking me what day of the week Thanksgiving was on. My answer was Thursday. He thought for a moment and said,”That’s just weird; why would they have Thanksgiving on a school day? It should be on one of those days that we think all about Jesus.” I think he was trying to articulate a day of worship. But he continued with, “Is Thanksgiving about the kids being more important than the adults? I mean is it mainly about the kids?” And then he was gone, obviously satisfied with his own answer. By the way this is the same one who pulls his elbow and fist down with a firm “YES” when his Dad gave him a job to help set up for Thankgiving Dinner. I think he likes this day, and his family.