I'm roasting my duck, butter-poaching some garlic and thyme to add to my mashed potatoes, and about to start on the asparagus.
But it is just gonna be me and two of my roommates this year.
Thanksgiving hasn't been the same since my grandmother died, she kind of brought us all together. Ever since she passed, the table has felt empty, like we are all going through the motions without any joy.
She was old, and elegant, and smart as a whip. One of the first women in the country to graduate with a degree in biochemistry. Fearless too, liberal, but more not PC at all. Her liberalism was more of a "white man's burden" sort of liberalism.
She always drank a lot of gin, and smoked a tremendous amount of cigarettes, but she had such a graceful bluntness about her, telling people what she thought, regardless of whether they had asked. I really admired her.
I don't really like my father, or my step-mother, for that matter. He means well, and he is a good man, we just have a very strained history.
I miss the old Thanksgivings of my childhood very much. I need to find a good woman, and start a family, so I can give some children of my own a good thanksgiving at some point.
Happy Thanksgiving Voat.
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[–] Kromulent 0 points 12 points 12 points (+12|-0) ago
Yeah my mom was the center of my family too. When she died, everybody just went their own way.
There's the family you're born with, and the families you make; good friends can be one family, a good woman another, your fellows in your craft or your passions can be a third. Some are super close and some are less close, but they all count as much as you want them too.