Tomorrow is the day of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.
Which means that I always listen to this song right here:
And I lose my ability to meaningfully say stuff like “No Christmas music until after Thanksgiving!”
Because, arguably, Thanksgiving is over after the meal itself, rather than after midnight that night. So we can’t listen to it as we drive over to my sister’s… but driving home is another matter entirely.
As I said, we’re going over to my sister’s and, traditionally, it’s our job to bring the pies and the wine. (I usually bring a bottle of a quality chardonnay and a bottle of beaujolais nouveau and I’m doing that again this year.) BUT!!!!! We were specifically requested to not bring the pies because the sister is has made her very own pecan pie with a special pecan pie recipe.
As someone who is on a diet and has not yet had a piece of pumpkin pie this year, my response is “nuts to that”. I don’t even *LIKE* pecan pie. So I’m bringing a pumpkin pie. If she doesn’t want a piece, that’s great. If nobody else at the table wants a piece, that’s great. It’s Thanksgiving. There Will Be Pumpkin Pie.
It is the job of the black sheep of the family to act out occasionally. Given that the rules of Thanksgiving are generally similar to the rules on Mindless Diversions (no religion, no politics, etc), there are only so many ways for one to act out in a socially acceptable way. And, hey, it’s Thanksgiving.
(And I just now talked to Mom. Mom confirmed that it’s not that Sis has a new pumpkin allergy or anything equally awful. It’s just that, last week, she was trying out a new recipe and made too many pies and so she’s indulging the “Don’t Make There Be Too Many Desserts!” impulse manifesting in such a way that would result in me not having the pie I want. Again: nuts to that.)
As such, I’m looking forward to a Thanksgiving dinner with pumpkin pie.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)