If I answered with “the food,”, would that be too obvious? My family never makes a big fuss over Thanksgiving. Over the years our Thanksgivings would rotate locations as we all moved up and down the east coast — a bunch of gypsies, we are. If we traveled around the holiday, we’d bring the festivities to the closest family member’s neck of the woods. Pies and smiles in tow. So, I’d say that’s my favorite thing about Thanksgiving — the uncertainty of whose dining room we end up in. This year? Well, it’ll be a mystery until about a week before we say Grace. And I can’t wait.
Thanksgiving…seriously one of my favorite holidays. Actually, it is my favorite holiday. Better than Christmas, better than Labor Day, better than all other holidays in my opinion. And I’m not quite sure why. I’m not a huge foodie. I’m rather quite picky when it comes to food. I don’t even like turkey all that much. But there’s one thing I absolutely love, and I usually only eat it one time a year. And that one thing is stuffing. I love stuffing. Specifically, my grandmother’s stuffing. It probably stems from the fact that my grandmother spoils me, as all good grandmothers do. She has her own recipe, but every year due to my pickiness, she’d make a special separate stuffing all for me that left out all the things I wouldn’t eat. She was really too good to me. Nowadays, my taste buds have improved slightly, and I’ll eat the stuffing everyone else eats. But I know that she’d still make a special version for me, if I wanted her to, because she’s the best grandma. And her stuffing is the best. If you ever want to make her special version, here’s the recipe. I promise you won’t be disappointed.
You’re it. What do you love about Thanksgiving dinner?