Wednesday, November 14, 2007
The cruelest cut of all…
“I can’t believe Thanksgiving is next week already,” my daughter commented last night after we’d talked a while about our plans for that day.
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. There are no religious or political themes to wade through, no overblown commercial campaigns to legislate generosity. It’s simply a glorious excuse to share hugs, warmth, and good food with loved ones.
“Next week? For real? Oh no,” I groaned.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, noting my change in tone.
I’d already done the math. “This coming Monday I’m due for my first Abraxane infusion. For about five days after that, food won’t taste like much of anything. Thanksgiving falls right in the middle of that.”
It’s about the people, I keep reminding myself.
“And you’ll take home plenty of leftovers,” my sister generously offered when I made the comment to her afterward. Now, there’s a gesture to be thankful for!
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Ceil-pick your favorite Thanksgiving food (the one that it isn't Thanksgiving without) and make, buy, borrow, steal, beg some this week and indulge yourself.
Then, when you're done this cycle, have yourself another Thanksgiving with the works.
Look at it this way: You're trading one Thanksgiving for a whole lot of additional Thanksgivings. The thing that's stealing it from you this year is giving you many more years in exchange. Not a bad deal, I'd say.
--Barbara Peisch
You're so right, Barbara. Food or no, this could be the best Thanksgiving ever for the promise it holds out!
My experience has brought me closer to my family. My daughters and I will join my sister's family at my nephew's house in Woodstock for a day in the country.
Tamar's suggestion is really good too. But between client work, chemotherapy, and preparations for the real Thanksgiving, I won't have time for my own feast between now and then. I should be able to work one in the following week though.
Let me know if you need a sweet potato pie. :-)
I've never had a sweet potato pie, but I'd love to try one. Maybe in February....
I picked up a pumpkin on Saturday at what is arguably, the best farmers market in Manhattan. Baked it last night and it is delicious! Really sweet and rich. I got it ready so my daughters can bake pumpkin pies when they get to my house tomorrow. It'll be just like opening a can of pumpkin for them, only so much tastier.
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