My grandson Tyler recently got engaged. We love Emily, the girl he asked to marry him. She comes from a big extended family, though, and they all get together for Thanksgiving. Our family these days is dinky. My daughter Robyn lives in Florida with her husband. Our grandson Nate’s in the marines in San Diego. John’s brother lives in Oakland. When we get together, it’s my two sisters, my cousin, and my daughter Holly. And she’s a nurse. She had to work this Thanksgiving, so we decided what the heck? Why not have our Thanksgiving late? So Tyler and Emily are coming home late tomorrow afternoon. Holly’s coming early on Sunday. We’re all going to celebrate then.
Ty and Emily already did the traditional meal–twice. Holly’s hospital put on the works for the doctors and nurses who had to work. And we had a friend over for turkey, brussel sprouts, and cranberry sauce, so everyone’s had enough of the usual feast. To change it up, we decided to make chicken cordon bleu instead. Mary will still bring her cheesy potatoes and Patty makes the green bean casserole. I’m going to try Geoffrey Zakarian’s Hawaiian roll stuffing, a big salad (no Romaine, darn it!) to keep it light, and a pumpkin roll. Ty always expects one of those.
It’s been so low-key this year, it’s nice. When we all sit down on Sunday, your Thanksgivings will already be over, and I hope they were wonderful. But I thought shifting our days around might bother me. I worried I’d wake up on Thursday and miss the bustle. I didn’t. For this year, being flexible was nice.
Once you’re back on schedule, happy writing!