The First Thanksgiving
Well, today is my first Thanksgiving as a singleton, and I’m still wrapping my head around what that means. This year, the kids are with their dad on this holiday, so I’m by myself and barely in need of cooking this year.Typically, I would have prepped the sweet potatoes on Sunday, made pies Tuesday night, and worked on brining the turkey last night. This morning would be a stuffing extravaganza and a frenzy of other cooking.
So what am I doing? I am making pies (though only 2) to take to a couple of friends’ houses that I was invited to. I’m sitting in front of the Today Show (which I never watch), and getting ready to watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade (which I also never watch. I have some knitting I can do, but right now, I thought it was more important to get this post out. Because I’m kind of sad today.
Don’t get me wrong; I had a great time going out with friends last night instead of prepping food, and I’m sort of enjoying not having to cook, but at the same time, I’m missing the family traditions: the chestnut stuffing, the brined turkey, even the frenzy of cooking and feeling useful. And I miss my kids. Lord, I’d better stop this before I end up crying all over the place.
I’m not sure what traditions will be created in the future, but I do know that this year is just the test-bed. Maybe next year (when I’ll have the kids on this holiday), I’ll also invite over others like me who don’t have a family gathering to go to. But for this year, I guess I’ll just keep making pies.
