It's Thanksgiving weekend. That means I'm home for the holidays! It's nice to spend time with the family. I walked in the door, climbed up the stairs, and was greeted with a hug, a glass of milk, and a tray of warm, fresh-baked brownies. <3
Oh, and a dog. But I dodged him.
Thanksgiving is all about the feast. You're supposed to stuff your face with huge portions of turkey, yam, cranberry sauce, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and pumpkin pie. Unfortunately, I don't actually like all that stuff. Except for yams. Those are good. Oh, and pumpkin pie, I guess, although it's not as good as apple or blackberry or cherry or lemon meringue or key lime or strawberry rhubarb etc.
This year, I've decided to try to stop disliking it. I know the culture as a whole loves that Thanksgiving crap, so there must be something to it. If so many people like it, it can't be all that bad. And it's tradition. May as well get into the spirit of the thing.
Honestly? I find it hard to strongly dislike foods. If I try something and don't like it, but know that there are a lot of other people who love it, I can't fairly say it's terrible because it is clearly (and literally) a matter of taste. For a long time, I didn't like beef, so I didn't eat beef. Then a couple years ago, I decided to stop not-eating beef because protein is an important part of a balanced diet and it's good to eat a variety of different foods. So now I'm cool with beef. No big deal, really, just a matter of looking for what other people see in it. Mostly it tastes meaty, like meat. *shrug*
Turkey's not all that different. It's just chicken with fancier plumage. And mashed potatoes are just potatoes. If you put butter on them, they taste like butter. I don't really know about the cranberry sauce--I wouldn't normally put berries on my roast chicken--but it's traditional, I guess.
Apparently the dog sleeps on the couch now and he's trying to use me as a pillow, so I suppose I should get out of his way.