Thanksgiving is my least favorite holiday.
I don’t like turkey. (Yes, it’s OK to gasp at that, and I know it’s hard
to believe, but I’m not the only person out there who doesn’t like
I don’t like most of the trimmings that go along with a traditional
Thanksgiving dinner. Stuffing? No thanks. I’ve even been talked about on
the How Stuff Works
during “Listener Mail” time because of my turkey loathing. I usually end
up in one of two situations, neither of which are good:
- Eat only mashed potatoes and rolls for dinner. Maybe sweet
potatoes if there are some, but generally, the potatoes and rolls
are the only bits of the traditional Thanksgiving dinner that are
remotely palatable to me. This isn’t a good dinner and it’s not
- Eat a one-off meal totally different from everyone else. This is
bad in a different way. It means I’m eating something I like, but it
also means I get to - yet again, and many times to the same people -
explain why I’m eating something different. Not just a pain in the
ass, but psychologically troubling as I get the looks and questions
from around the table.
The last few years my family and I have gone to a buffet for
Thanksgiving so they can have their turkey, but there are plenty of
other things to eat and no one really notices because, well, it’s a
buffet. This year, due to some scheduling trouble and other
circumstances, that didn’t happen and it would have ended up being one
of the above two situations. Again. I’m tired of that, so this year Jenn
and I got together with a couple of friends… and some friends of
friends… and their families… and had dinner with them.
While I am grateful to have met some very nice new friends and have been
invited into their home for a meal of tasty shrimp scampi… it ended up
being scenario #2 as mentioned above, which is not quite what I thought
I was getting into. Again, no reflection on our friends, as they were
wonderful and hospitable.
I think next year I’m just boycotting the whole Thanksgiving thing. It
would be different if my family lived more than about 45 minutes away
and I didn’t see them all the time, but they do, and I do, so the only
real value Thanksgiving has is the dinner, which is the bit I’m not
The holiday weekend got a little better when we went to see Ninja
Assassin. Great fight scenes and
a little over-the-top gore never hurt anyone. It was only OK, as I wish
the actual plot bits didn’t seem so… flat… but it was fun and
nothing says ‘Thanksgiving’ like people getting their asses kicked.
The rest of the long weekend was spent playing a little Xbox 360,
getting stuff done around the house, and generally relaxing, which
always makes for a nice time. It looks like next weekend we’ll be
decorating the house for Christmas, which should be fun.