This is going to sound trite (and surely it is), but one of the things I’m thankful for this year is that I’ve never had to roast a bird. Which is a backhanded way of saying I’m grateful for the legions of relatives who live nearby.
It’s not so much that I’d mind hosting a meal today, but I love the way the emerging focus in our immediate family is on a fun, fitness-based tradition that has more and more of us running or walking in a local version of a Thanksgiving parade rather than watching one on TV.
Ben and Colleen have been castigating me for not ordering a pumpkin pie slice hat to go with their Galloping Gobbler headgear. (His is a roast turkey, but since she’s a vegetarian, we decided hers should be a living-style bird, complete with tail feathers and a Pilgrim hat.) I’m more of a maker than a buyer myself, so I looked around online for some turkey hat patterns. Then I realized I’m not that enthralled with wearing either a turkey or a slice of pumpkin pie on my head for this race. My favorite Thanksgiving foods are pecan pie and Aunt Jenny’s sweet potatoes, neither of which strike me as hat-worthy. So I decided I’ll go as an Indian chief instead, wearing an Indian headdress I got as a kid on a family trip to Arkansas.