Obligatory Thanksgiving Post
Nov. 26th, 2020 04:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
superbadgirlHi you few.
To be honest, I have not actually celebrated Thanksgiving since I moved away from family and even before that it was never about the myth of the first Thanksgiving for me. That said, I do enjoy the food traditions involved and so fix myself something a bit more indulgent than I usually eat*. This year, though I got an invite, it was easy to decline. My friend's careless young adult sons would have been present and, eh, while I feel sure I already had the COVID I don't feel like chancing it. I don't even like getting the regular cold/flu.
Did some laundry, made some Chex mix. Made a quick meal of a chile relleno stuffed chicken breast, baked sweet potato with broccoli and cheese, asparagus in cream sauce and dressing. Pie will come later if I ever get hungry again. Haha.
Took W for a long stroll, just got back. Could use a nap, but it's too late in the day for one.
Also, for the first time in ages, the adults in my immediate family drew names for gift giving. Yesterday I got home to several packages on my door, two from Amazon. I only remembered ordering one thing, but these days I don't remember things well (stress, man, it sucks my brain right out of my head). I opened the first one and ... apparently my Secret Santa was a real go-getter. An unwrapped gift. And when I thanked the person on the family group text, he then texted me privately and revealed himself. In a my family kind of move, he said he thought I'd know not to open packages! Dear brother, I said, it's still November and I use Amazon myself, sooooo.
So it's a bit of a let down, to be honest, but all you can do is laugh.
*Honestly, I would bet money most Americans don't even think about the Thanksgiving origin story much, which doesn't really lessen the grossness of a big celebration of the start of our nation on the blood of indigenous peoples.
To be honest, I have not actually celebrated Thanksgiving since I moved away from family and even before that it was never about the myth of the first Thanksgiving for me. That said, I do enjoy the food traditions involved and so fix myself something a bit more indulgent than I usually eat*. This year, though I got an invite, it was easy to decline. My friend's careless young adult sons would have been present and, eh, while I feel sure I already had the COVID I don't feel like chancing it. I don't even like getting the regular cold/flu.
Did some laundry, made some Chex mix. Made a quick meal of a chile relleno stuffed chicken breast, baked sweet potato with broccoli and cheese, asparagus in cream sauce and dressing. Pie will come later if I ever get hungry again. Haha.
Took W for a long stroll, just got back. Could use a nap, but it's too late in the day for one.
Also, for the first time in ages, the adults in my immediate family drew names for gift giving. Yesterday I got home to several packages on my door, two from Amazon. I only remembered ordering one thing, but these days I don't remember things well (stress, man, it sucks my brain right out of my head). I opened the first one and ... apparently my Secret Santa was a real go-getter. An unwrapped gift. And when I thanked the person on the family group text, he then texted me privately and revealed himself. In a my family kind of move, he said he thought I'd know not to open packages! Dear brother, I said, it's still November and I use Amazon myself, sooooo.
So it's a bit of a let down, to be honest, but all you can do is laugh.
*Honestly, I would bet money most Americans don't even think about the Thanksgiving origin story much, which doesn't really lessen the grossness of a big celebration of the start of our nation on the blood of indigenous peoples.
