Thanksgiving Orphans

Thanksgiving is almost here, and all around the country people are zipping up their suitcases, lining up at airports, or buckling their seatbelts and heading out to travel.  The ones who aren’t traveling are lining up at the supermarket, struggling with folding chairs and drop-leaf tables in the garage, or getting a head start on tomorrow’s meal.

What are we doing to prepare for tomorrow?  Nothing.  We don’t even know yet what we’ll be doing.

We’re right in the middle of a kitchen cabinet refacing, so our kitchen is currently a construction zone.  All the contents of our kitchen cupboards are temporarily residing in our guest bedroom, and we’ve moved the microwave, toaster and teakettle to the playroom, where we’ve set up a makeshift kitchen (my kids call it our “play kitchen” since it’s in the playroom).  Just pouring out a bowl of cereal requires a trip to four rooms — to the kitchen, to get the milk, to the guest room, to get a bowl, to the playroom, to grab a napkin and a spoon, then to the bathroom, to rinse the bowl and spoon off before putting them in the dishwasher.  We can barely cook a meal, let along a full Thanksgiving dinner!

Not that we’ve ever hosted a Thanksgiving dinner anyway; usually we celebrate Thanksgiving with some family friends, and we bring the dessert.  It would be a simple matter to buy some apple and pumpkin pies, but this year our friends are in the process of moving from Fremont to Livermore, so they won’t be hosting any gatherings anytime soon.  We don’t have any family in the area, so this year, we’re on our own.  A fancy Thanksgiving meal at a hotel or fine restaurant, at $50+ per adult and $25+ per child, is out of our budget, so we’re going for whatever casual restaurant is open. Boston Market?  Chinese?  The options are not looking great.

When I’ve told some friends about our situation, they put on sad faces, but I’m not bothered.  No home-cooked meal, no restaurant reservations, no plans — but really, no problem.  We’ll have a great time, whether we eat turkey or tacos or fish-and-chips, because corny as it sounds, we’ll be eating it together, and I’m darn well going to remind the kids that there are military families who would give anything to be digging into their Boston Market meal with their mom or dad beside them.

To their credit, the kids are actually excited about telling their friends all about the unusual way we celebrated Thanksgiving.  Hey, non-traditional Thanksgivings can be fun, too!  My only regret is that we won’t get any leftovers to munch on the next day!

Bonggamom wishes everyone a very happy Thanksgiving, no matter what they’re eating and who they’re eating it with. You can read more of her family’s traditional and non-traditional exploits on her personal blog, Finding Bonggamom.

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