Yesterday I picked up an audio book from the library. As I received the plastic bag with Trevor Noah’s Born a Crime, I said to the librarian, “Have a good holiday!” He looked at me askance and said, “Yeah, right.” As he walked away, I snorted in laughter quietly to myself. That exchange was a good example of how we are feeling as a nation this week. The most beloved gathering of the year for many of us has unraveled.
I cancelled the 16 pound bird last week we had reserved, because there would be no gathering, no food exchange, wah. Yesterday I went to buy our turkey just for the three of us. I could choose from five 17 pounders (8 K) or one half turkey, weighing 10 pounds. You read that right. I’d never heard of one, never seen one either until last night! It looks surgically serrated at the precise center of the bird; leaving us one drumstick, one wing, and one side of the turkey breast. How the heck do you cook half a turkey? I’m about to find out.
Yes, we are sad to break tradition but a Thanksgiving party of 3 is worth it to stop the spread of Covid-19 in the US. We can be extra thankful we have a roof over our head, our wonderful half turkey and our health.
I am thankful to have a space to write and readers like you with whom I can share ideas and a laugh. My post last year was about the famous quote of Ben Franklin about the nobility of turkeys. Click on the word Franklin to read it.
Happy Thanksgiving! ¡Olé! –Rebecca