Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. It involves gratitude,food and family; some of my favorite subjects. This week, I just want to share with you some of my favorite Thanksgiving stories.

Not more than five years ago (putting Steve well into his thirties), Steve was looking at the calendar and asking what day Thanksgiving was on. He said, "Hey, Thanksgiving is on Thursday this year." I looked at him and questioned his citizenship status.

A Thanksgiving later he said to me, "Hey, did you know I get Thursday and Friday off this year?" In my head, I again wondered about his claims of American citizenship. Out loud I said, "Just like you do every year." In my mind I added, "since you were born."

Another of my favorite Thanksgiving memories was a few years ago. I brought my rolls to Steve's parents to bake. I like them served hot. The turkey was out, so I put my rolls in. A few minutes later, a horrible smell filled the kitchen. I opened the oven door and black smoke billowed out. I thought my rolls couldn't cook that fast, but they were charred. I took them out and still the smoke billowed. Upon closer examination, there was a knife on the bottom of the oven. My father-in-law had left it there when he took the turkey out. The handle of the knife was plastic so we had to open windows and doors to air out the toxic fumes. Nothing like feasting while you are freezing.

This year, I hope you have a fabulous Thanksgiving. And guess what? It happens to be on a Thursday!