Thanksgiving has various connotations for different people. In my mind, it involves family, food, drink, cold weather and church. Sounds strange, I know, but the church I attended my whole life, St. Gregory's Episcopal Church, always had a Thanksgiving morning service (btw, really bad timing for those who are cooking a turkey, which was, I dare say, just about everyone ). Most notably, there was always a bagpiper who always played Amazing Grace. When it came to the lyric "...that saved a wretch like me", my sister and I always sang "...that saved a wench like me".
When I moved to San Francisco, one of my most memorable turkey days involved martinis, The Grateful Dead, hosting 10 people-dining in my bedroom (the largest room in our apartment) with a flower sheet for a table cloth. Several childhood friends also living in the area came, but they were required to bring their own chairs and plates. Our counter space was so limited I had to put the turkey pan on the floor when it came out of the oven and we concluded the evening with a Port and cheese plate (courtesy of Tracy) and flirting with my future husband by telephone.
Last year, I blogged about Thanksgiving in Hawaii. Quite memorable. I feel like I've expanded my horizons with a day that involved dolphins, maitais and an ocean. There is always something to be said, however, about traditional holidays with family and friends. After all, who else is going to help you with all those dishes?
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