. . . just to show how thankful I am. 2009 has been a trying year in the strosrays household, to say the least; but still, I've got it better than most, and for that I am truly grateful.
I have the Primal Grill/strosrays version of a Cajun smoked turkey ready to go into the smoker, and my better half is busying herself with dressing and mashed potato and schoolhouse roll preparations. My mother has already made up a pot of halupki and sauerkraut and her homemade pierogies, and my mother-in-law is making pasta, and braciole for the suga gravy (heavy on the garlic, no doubt), and maybe even lasagna, if she has the time.
We'll all be at my mother's tomorrow, as will my brothers and their families. Also many members of the extended families, both ours and assorted in-laws. I am guessing maybe 30-35 people, altogether. And, of course, all the food. I won't be able to get a word in edgewise all day, but that is fine with me. I'll just sit and revel in all the commotion our assembeld families make; and although the TV will be on, watching football will be problematic, with all the noise, etc. I'll just sit and drink George Dickel with my uncles, et al, until none of us can see straight anymore. Then we'll all go outside and stumble around trying to run pass patterns in the front yard - "going out for passes", they call it - while my Uncle John, a former single wing tailback, tries to show off the golden arm that once led his team to a high school championship, maybe 50 years ago, or more.
Hey, every family celebrates in their own way. I hope you and yours have a pleasant Thanksgiving, in your own way, as well.
