When I was young,
Thanksgiving dinner usually consisted of a mixture of traditional foods and the
standard Cuban holiday
cuisine. I am all about memories
and traditions when it comes to Thanksgiving. These memories have imprinted
on my heart and mind.
Every Thanksgiving, I watch as my Babe dances around the kitchen with grace. Looking part TV chef / part mad scientist as she mixes, tastes, concocts, and perfects our feast. My daughters occasionally make a guest appearance to lend a helping or not so helping hand, but it remains a sight I hold dear…my girls cutting, chopping, and laughing together. Tis life.
As our families and friends arrive our house transforms. There’s no longer one conversation going, but many going on all at once. We play the traditional Ambros family chess match of “we’ll talk louder so you can hear me over the TV, and I’ll turn up the TV because they’re talking too loud shouting circle.” Funny thing is, it’s always the same conversations. It’s not that we have nothing to talk about it’s just our thing/were we always end up. It’s an Ambros thing.
Every Thanksgiving, I watch as my Babe dances around the kitchen with grace. Looking part TV chef / part mad scientist as she mixes, tastes, concocts, and perfects our feast. My daughters occasionally make a guest appearance to lend a helping or not so helping hand, but it remains a sight I hold dear…my girls cutting, chopping, and laughing together. Tis life.
As our families and friends arrive our house transforms. There’s no longer one conversation going, but many going on all at once. We play the traditional Ambros family chess match of “we’ll talk louder so you can hear me over the TV, and I’ll turn up the TV because they’re talking too loud shouting circle.” Funny thing is, it’s always the same conversations. It’s not that we have nothing to talk about it’s just our thing/were we always end up. It’s an Ambros thing.
Sure we have added
to our traditions with the invention of Rock Band and new family members, but
it’s the gathering, the conversation between mother and daughter over chopped
celery, the playing Monday morning quarterback while watching football,
etc…that really make it special. The meal and the date on the calendar bring us
together, but I cherish the fringes and all that comes out of the gathering and
borders the day.
This is the way it
must be. Don’t fret with world of differences, political views, arguments;
rather cherish the time together and those mini moments that imprint on you
forever.
Thanksgiving is not
the meal…it’s the trimmings.
Happy Thanksgiving…make some good memories
Happy Thanksgiving…make some good memories
