It’s that time of year, again.
I’m hosting Thanksgiving at my house, and I’m trying, amid the frenzy of getting the house spiffed up, and the recipes collected, and the shopping lists made, and the errands checked of my list, to slow down long enough to remember what the holiday really stands for. I mean what it stands for, over and above gathering your loved ones around the table and preparing a beautiful feast, and eating until no one can move.
I have a lot to give thanks for this year.
First and foremost, the continued good health of my loved ones and myself. In just a few months--knock wood-- I will be marking the 11th year since my breast cancer diagnosis--and so far, no bad news, which is a huge blessing. And yes, I am superstitious about saying this out loud.
I’m thankful that I get to be the one who stays home and cooks, rather than braving the traffic-clogged roads this year. And that my older daughter will be home from college in a few days.
I’m thankful that I have 14 beloved relatives and friends coming over, to cook for and celebrate with, even though my siblings and my mother will be scattered elsewhere this year, which is a big departure from our usual family tradition. But, really, I’m not holding any grudges about it, which is also a big departure from my usual tradition.
And yes, although our family probably could have flown to Paris with what I’ve spent so far on carpet-cleaning, window washing, upgrading table linens, new sharp knives, the new kitchen lighting fixtures, etc., I’m thankful that our house is looking so ready to receive guests.
In fact, I’m getting such a warm glow from being the happy hostess that I may never want to relinquish the title.
So, wishing everyone a happy and healthy Thanksgiving.
Published On: November 22, 2006