Don and I had our usual two-person, vegetarian Thanksgiving again this year. We have lived out here in the wilds of Arizona for close to twenty-five years, just the two of us, with all our family far far away in Oklahoma, Missouri, Colorado, and Northern California, and a few other points on the compass.
When we first moved out here, we made a point of driving back to OK every year for Thanksgiving. We were younger, then, and wealthier and less encumbered. Then, fifteen or so years ago, I started a business and was literally unable to travel for pleasure for a decade. I don’t have the business any more, but now our parents are all gone, and our siblings are flung to the far corners of the earth.
But it’s okay. We’ve developed our own traditions. We always cook a vegetarian feast just for us, and eat it while watching an old movie. One of my TG perennials is The Farmer’s Daughter with Loretta Young and Joseph Cotten. This year we ate field roast (a type of fake meat) stuffed with hazelnut dressing, gravy and mashed potatoes, the world famous green-bean casserole, whole berry cranberry sauce, rolls, and lots of raw celery, red bell pepper, and olives. Pumpkin pie, of course.
My youngest sister, who is also a vegetarian, suffered empty nest syndrome this year. She lives in Denver, her son, daughter-in-law, and the grandkid live in Tulsa, and her daughter, who joined the Army last summer, is posted to Korea along with her husband. So in order to stave off the Thanksgiving blues, she and her husband went out to eat at a Greek restaurant and took a drive up to Estes Park to enjoy the holiday with the elk.
So whether you had a Thanksgiving houseful of friends and relatives or it was just you and the cat, I hope you made it a special and happy day for yourself. Now, have an Alka-Seltzer and may you find some really good sales going on.