Missing...
This Thanksgiving we'll be together with extended family sharing food, wine, hilarity and familial weirdness that can only ever be experienced in a group such as this.
It's a beautiful day... the leaves have managed to stay attached, despite the cooler temperatures that are inevitable for the season. The ones that have fallen, lay much like a mixed hued magical carpet that heaves a breath with each whisper of breeze.
Meanwhile, Nathan throws the young kids about like limp
ragdolls, cast into the air and caught, giggles expulsing from each.
Nathan's face is beet red as he strips down to his Superman muscle shirt
-- He IS our family's Superman!
Inside the house, the glow of the oven pumps it's warmth into the chatter of various conversations. Splurts of chuckles split the hum like heavy splotches of rain tapping a dry sidewalk.
Uncle Jerry prudently navigates the roasted turkey. As the time draws nearer for it's presentation, he perches himself in front of the stove, mixing gravy, adding a touch of this or a smatter of that, as he scolds whosoever crosses the threshold of the kitchen to 'Get out unless you're cooking!" He has a point, as the scavengers start to circle for tidbits of carved meat to be snatched from the platter. Regardless of where she may be or what she may be doing, "Lynn!" is shouted for, in his hunt for an oval dish, or some tupperware that must be uncovered from the cupboard. After years of doing so, she swirls around him like a sleek partner in the midst of a marengue dance... never missing her beat always one off from him.
The long row of tables lovingly draped with orange tablecloths, each
setting adorned with a matching green plastic knife, fork and spoon,
succinctly placed by a red styrofoam plate.
Past the Pickelhaubel topped shakers of pepper and salt, the saucy bottles of tabasco and plates of cheddar and
dills is the panorama of devilled eggs -- each dish distinguished by its
stuffing intensity.
For most a couple of paprika sprinkled egg
yolks accompany our servings. Yet those more gastronomically adventurous
there are jalapeno laced varieties as well as the ' blow- your-
palate--apart' ones. Each year an unsuspecting guest will take the foolhearty
challenge.
Cathy and Dave, our "duet du potato", once again share their gourmet
tubers, three type this year (mashed, scalloped, and scalloped again...
but nobody says anything about the repeat)... who can say no to a
potato? Corn niblets,stuffing, gravy, cabbage rolls, home made buns and caesar salad surround the succulent turkey.
After grace is said, parameters are set, (like calling Robert's rules to order in a parliamentary debate), declaring who amongst the clan is first served. Oldest and those with young children are favored of course while the rest of us pace the imaginary boundary which somehow keeps salivating mouths at bay.
Throughout the meal, pictures sprawl across the bigscreen
TV... memories of those whom we love who are not with us today. Elders
who have recently passed... sons and daughters who are in another
land... the cliche of gone but not forgotten throbs in the hearts of those who reminisce their abscence.
Cream puffs and pumpkin pie with whipped cream tops off the groaning table, where only those with hollow legs attempt to eat that one last bite.
In the backyard, a large pile of pallets, dead tree branches and a gas
can lights their Thanksgiving Day pyre as the
sun curls into the blanket of night.
Roaring as it consumes the dry wood, crackling and spitting sparks into the air,
a druid dragon snorting his breath into the night sky. Johnny can see him and is caught in
Wally's arms before he has the chance to grasp the serpent's fiery tail.
Kids run haplessly in the dark with neon loops around their heads, feet and waists... blowing their Dollarama bird whistles announcing their presence in the darkness of night.
Opa, weary from a long day, is driven home, just in time to get his supportive socks removed by the homecare lady.
Families pack up their tired kids, who will lull to sleep on their journey home.
Its good to have family... you're welcomed, you're loved, and you're accepted for just who you are.
--j--