Thanksgiving, that most American of all holidays, is a day meant to ponder all the things for which you are grateful. However, as everyone knows, it is really about watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, the National Dog Show, and most importantly - eating. Lots and lots of eating. I was in charge of dip and salad. My mom told me that I should make the salad because it is my "specialty." I'm not sure what that means, but I have my suspicions.
I made a rich and creamy pumpkin dip which contained more cream cheese and sugar than you really want to know.
The salad was a blend of leafy greens, apples, cranberries, walnuts, and bleu cheese. I also made roasted butternut squash which everyone ignored because they think squash is something you do to a scorpion.
The prince of Thanksgiving is the turkey, and dad's job is carving it. Then, nobody had to see the bones, and they could pretend it wasn't a dead bird.
My plate shows that all the starchy food groups were well represented: potatoes, stuffing, sweet potatoes, and bread.
When it came time to bring out the pumpkin pie and slather it with whipped cream, dad sprayed some in Owen's mouth. He was delighted with the sugary foam, and wanted more. Jackson's reaction was a bit different. He was shocked when a white puff suddenly filled his mouth and started crying.
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