At its core Thanksgiving is a celebration of family and community. Traditionally, it's been about giving thanks for a bountiful harvest and those who provide it, but over the years November in America has come to mean a time of togetherness ...
... with food. There's always food. Everybody loves the food, even if they hate Thanksgiving. People will face the foulest, most crotchety grandpa in the world for just one slice of grandma's turkey. Maybe she brines it with just the right amount of orange peel. Maybe she roasts it in a brown paper bag with extra butter. Or glory be, maybe she injects it with Cajun seasoning and deep fries it ...
The point is, there's always something to love about Thanksgiving, because even beyond your sister-in-law's cretinous curtain-climbing kids and your uncle's awkward football-fueled crying jags there's ... the food. And, it's often food that only shows up at Thanksgiving, even though it could easily be whipped up on any other day.
Green-bean casserole, potatoes mashed with cream cheese, ham dressed in cloves and pineapple, cheesy harvest quiches, sauteed squash, candied yams, and cranberry sauce that comes whole out of the can with a satisfying "thhhhok!" At what other time do you see these yummy treats? It's debatable whether groceries even <em>sell</em> canned cranberry sauce outside the month of November.
And, don't forget about dessert! There's pumpkin pie with whipped cream and .... probably some other stuff ...
Kidding! There's so much more than pie, although there are <em>a lot</em> of pies. Bread pudding, fruit-filled Jell-O molds, tarts, truffles, tortes, cakes, cookies, pumpkin rolls, baked apples with marshmallows, cobbler, ice cream, lemon squares, nut brownies, fudge and any other number of goodies that, if eaten on any other day, would leave you crippled with guilt (as opposed to the waddling guilt that is much more likely).
But, before any of us can get to the food there's all that other important stuff; the stuff with the insufferable in-laws and the face-melting stories about Aunt Mildred's ceramic cat collection. That stuff really <em>matters</em>, and in that spirit ATGStores.com would like to send you on your Thanksgiving way with this poem (if you didn't catch it before):
It all begins with …
An invitation and a place to meet
where a friendly flame warms stockinged feet.
It’s the promise of food cooked slowly with love,
and a feeling of home that you wear like a glove.
In a person’s life these homes are few;
places you know that are places you knew.
Our pasts are held in the hearts of the present
and remind us of moments when life is pleasant.
With hope and luck the time is now
to reap the joy of the harvest plow;
to fill our homes with the warmth of giving
and know the bliss of a life worth living.
From all of us here at <a href="http://www.atgstores.com/" target="_blank">ATGStores.com</a>, have a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday.