We Have Tales to Tell
I mean, really, it is such a good party, this whole Thanksgiving idea.
And I didn't need the sake or even the sushi. After about noon yesterday everything went swimmingly. And what didn't was ok, like I didn't end up having any bulgar after all, so I just cooked some soft white wheat and we've decided we like it even better in tabouli. I mean, after all, whole usually is better. And the pies, to die for. I love making holiday pies almost as much as I love eating them. And the bird, wonderful. Husband is the bird roaster, and the dressing and gravy maker. We had so much food we couldn't even put it on the table. A grand feast is a great thing.
With so many preparations, it was after dinner before the pig got his breakfast. All the women at the shindig came with me. They grinned at the cats vying with the giant pig at the trough, but when I dumped in the muck tubs full of leaves for his dry bedding, and he did his whirling dance as they fell on his back, well, I thought Aunt was going to bust something laughing. Then we hypnotized a chicken. Then we found acorns and hand fed them to the pig just past and below his giant big oinker nose.
And they told pig tales from their childhoods. Then back inside the children sat on their laps and showed them their scars and their grands told tales of scars they had had as children. And I mean, I only wish the crowd were bigger. I love the tales. It is really the tales that tell what life is, what family is, what is valuable and worthy and what is not, and in the end, that let us know we are who we are.
And telling the tale is probably exactly why I blog. Thanks to all of you for your reading and your writing, for your tales and your amens and your 'now wait just a minute's. So have another virtual piece of pie and we'll figure out where in the heck all these leftovers are going to go.
3 comments:
I'm working on a Turkey sandwich and a piece of home made pumpkin pie as I type, and I'm happy to hear of your joyous feast. Our family is too damned spread out to get together much anymore.
But once every 5 or 6 years we all get together for a big 're-union', and that's always a blast too!
yes, far too many of our family is far flung. I wish folks actually valued living near, and it seems, as we get older, that more think about living closer again, that mobility isn't all it is cracked up to be. We'll see, we'll see.
The telling of tales in a blog is truly a wonderful thing and probably one that won't be appreciated by family and friends until we are long gone. That's one reason I continue to document events and memories.
Glad you had a wonderful Thanksgiving. We have much to be thankful for and especially for living in these parts.
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