I Would Probably Be Happy with Peanut Butter Sandwiches

I Would Probably Be Happy with Peanut Butter Sandwiches


Happy Thanksgiving Eve! I will admit that this isn't my favorite holiday. The best part is getting together with family; that never gets dull. But the feasting part?? I am not much of a feaster. When I go to a restaurant, I can never finish my meal. (Tyler and I have gone to splitting a plate. We look cheap, but hey...at least we aren't wasting food.) And I don't really like to stuff myself. I like lots of small snacky size meals throughout the day. I would be happiest with a bit of turkey on a roll with a dash of cranberry dressing. Later I could dig some mashed potatoes with gravy. I'd happily take a sprinkling of salad on and off during the day. And I could finish the evening with a midnight helping of pumpkin pie. (Best eaten right before bed, curled up on the couch.)

But NO. I'm expected to eat all this stuff in one sitting. Crazy, I tell you. And don't even get me started on unlucky people who have to see two families in one day and stuff themselves twice. Ridiculous.

Family makes it all worth it though. (Although family is part of the problem. Don't you feel obliged to eat more food when someone else has gone to all that work to prepare it?) I guess I am willing to overeat once a year in the spirit of familial unity. And I do like that everyone stops to think a little more about what they are grateful for and the blessings they often take for granted.

And thank heavens for leftovers. The day after you can get to the true grazing.