Tomorrow, we celebrate the Thanksgiving holiday.
Yet, another day honored with food.
It's one of the best holidays, in my book, because there are no expectations, (read: no gifts to exchange.)
A simple, home-cooked meal.
Of course, like most holidays, there is the preparation.
Bathrooms must be cleaned, fresh hand towels left out for guests.
Carpets vacuumed, tiles scrubbed.
I have plenty of time to focus on cleaning before the holiday, as my husband focuses on the meal preparation.
His Super Bowl
My husband loves to cook, so Thanksgiving is his day. His Super Bowl, if you will.
A day to commandeer the kitchen and all of its utensils.He awakes in the darkness of morning, like a marathon runner, placing his well rubbed and seasoned bird in the oven.
Slow and low, baby. It's his great cooking secret.
Oh and don't forget, baste! Baste early and often.
Words to live by.
The best holiday
The kids and I spend the morning parked in front of the TV, watching the Macy's parade, and thumbing through sale ads.
It's the best holiday.
A day to relax, eat, drink, eat some more and sit full and content with the ones you love.
It's also a day to reflect on our loved ones who no longer join us.
The ones who are no longer here, butting to the front of the buffet line to get the first plate, maybe.
Funny, they are not as far away as we think.
They are just a light flicker away. (Right, Dad?)
Have a happy day, enjoy your feast, family, and friends, and pray for all of the empty chairs, too.