Thanksgiving

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Dia de Gracias as my Spanish-speaking friends call it. It's probably the holiday that I celebrate the most, more than Christmas, even. Every year, my family gets together a week or two before the real Thanksgiving and we celebrate it then, with all the aunts and uncles and grandparents and anybody else who wants to drop by, really. That way, when the real Thanksgiving arrives, we can all relax, eat whatever we want, go to another Thanksgiving in another location, and basically do whatever we want without the stress of Turkey Day and all the preparation and food and travel and closed shops and crazy last-second shoppers and such.

This year, for example, I am celebrating three Thanksgivings. One with my mother's family (we celebrated last Monday, I believe), one in Portland with friends (Veggie Thanksgiving, which doesn't necessarily mean Tofurkey...instead, squash lasagna, sweet potato mashed potatoes, saffron rice, homemade ice cream, pecan pies, etc.), and one on the traditional day with my father's family (the finale and one where I get to see all my relatives I have not seen for months). This is definitely my favorite holiday, even though I'm likely going to outgrow some of my clothes over the two-week-long eat-a-thon.