It’s Thanksgiving day. My favorite day of the year. There’s something about the smell and the noises that can make me feel like it’s Thanksgiving any day of the year. If you’ve had a classic family Thanksgiving…you know the smell. Mashed potatoes….warm butter mixed in a crisp red bowl…my mouth begins to water. I walk down the stairs still half asleep but already ready for the feast later that day. Apple pie…warm mixed with Breyer’s vanilla ice cream. The perfect balance of hot and cold. Orange, red, and yellow candles dimly light the living room. And the unmistakable sound of the doorbell…my realitives have arrived. The laughter and hugs hello. Exchanges of “Happy Thanksgiving!” and the smallest of compliments….”You look great! I’ve missed you, hun.” As always, I’m asked to hang up the coats. Everyone moves to the living room and the feast begins.
Thanksgiving Day….in New Journalisitc style September 21, 2011