“Well, what do you want?”
“Well, what do YOU want?”
“No, I asked first.”
“Well, it depends on how you answer!”
Sounds like your typical married couple, doesn’t it? Well, Phillip and I were discussing Thanksgiving dinner. With just the two of us, did we really want a turkey and the whole spread of sweet potato casserole, squash casserole, eggplant casserole, green been casserole…..and pie? Yes, there is an argument to be made for the amount of left overs, but, my our bigger discussion was this: we eat a lot of turkey alot anyway. No, really, we do. Believe it or not, turkey is a pretty inexpensive foul, sometimes cheaper than chicken. So, when I see it ground, I’ll throw it in a bolognese and make pasta. Turkey on sale at the deli? Boom! We have our little version of a Turkey Cobb, or just simple sandwiches.
Last year we had meatloaf. But, we have meatloaf frequently, too. So, it isn’t really a smashing feast of a dinner if you had it last Tuesday. So, it all came down to asking Phillip, “What do you want for Thanksgiving dinner?”
And of course his response was, “Well, what do YOU want?”
“Frankly, I don’t care. It’s your dinner, whatever you want. I’m fine with anything.” Quick backstory. My grandmother wasn’t fond of the whole Turkey on Thanksgiving thing. She did everything she could to avoid it. Sometimes it was Kapong. Sometimes it was smoked oysters. You never knew what she had in store, but one thing was certain. She wasn’t about to go the trauma of a turkey on a random Thursday in November. She wanted it to be something exciting, something different. I think I inherited that from her. So, whatever we have for Thanksgiving dinner, I really don’ mind. Just as long as it we’re not having turkey.
Phillip pauses for a minute, spaces out, stares at the ceiling, then erupts with a loud eureka. “I’ve got it! Fried Chicken! From Publix! You know, the family deal they do, with the potato salad, the baked beans and those Hawaiian roles!…..And a pie….pumpkin! And don’t forget the cranberry sauce.”
I simply had to ask, “Why the cranberry sauce?”
“Duh…it’s Thanksgiving. Sheesh. And be sure to get the one in the can. You know which one I mean, right? The one when you empty it out, it still has the ridges from the can embossed on it. Get that one.”
God, I love that man 🙂 It doesn’t take much to make him exceptionally happy.
Now, one could demand that you simply head to your local KFC and get Thanksgiving dinner, right? Well, Publix does a remarkable job with their fried chicken. They start frying them at about 10am, so if you happen to step outside, and the wind is right, you can just smell that deliciously greasy aroma all around you. And besides. He doesn’t get fried chicken often. So, plan in motion. Plan set. Fried Chicken for Thanksgiving dinner it is. But, we’ll have to get it the day before because Publix is closed on Thanksgiving. Should be ok. He’ll still adore it.
So, I’ve been busy on my next batch of Christmas bears. Knitting up heads and legs and all points in in between. And the next bear that sells will fund our Thanksgiving dinner, because I’m going to take it just ONE step further than he knows about. (Don’t worry, he rarely reads my blog. “Why would I,” he proclaims, “I was there!”)
But, yes, I have something special I wanna do on said day, just for him. So the next bear that gets adopted goes towards doing something amazingly surprising for that special man. I’ll tell you what it is Thanksgiving day….just in case he decides to spy on my writing 🙂
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