May God bless you and your loved ones. Enjoy the company, the food, and the relaxation!
And Happy Hanukkah to those celebrating!
Instead of telling you the ENDLESS list of things (God, family, friends, food, exercise, health, home, smiles to name just a few) for which I am grateful, I’m going to let you in on a few things you may not know about me. Here is a Thanksgiving version of “Betcha Didn’t Know…” (<— I have no idea if that’s a thing. If it wasn’t, it is now!)
Betcha didn’t know that I used to think our potato masher was some sort of waffle iron thing. It was sad. My mom and friend laughed at me. Guatever.
Betcha didn’t know that the first time I made pumpkin pie from scratch (besides the crust) for everyone on Thanksgiving, I just didn’t eat with everyone else. I was so nervous about getting it right that I worked on the pie while everyone else ate. But you’re supposed to make pumpkin pie ahead of time anyway, so it was a losing situation all around. I was, like, 13 or 14 years old too— an overzealous newbie baker.
Betcha didn’t know I burned my arm on the oven rack maybe four Thanksgivings ago, and I still have the faint scar.
Can ya see that? Or can you just see my arm hairs? Sorry.
Betcha didn’t know I had a semi-miserable time the first time I went to the Macy’s Parade in person. I went in 2006 with my dad, uncle, brother, and cousins when the weather was NASTY— freezing, raining, windy, blah. Little fifth grade me was so excited to see Hannah Montana rockin’ out on her float, but I thought my fingers were getting frostbitten, so we left for the nearest McDonald’s to warm up. Then we left the city and never went back. To this day, I’ve never seen Miley Cyrus live, and the desire to do so is long lost. We did see the Jonas Brothers though! (The two videos in the links are not mine.) I’ve also never been to another parade in person, despite being so close to the city. I much prefer my couch and blanket, thankyaverymuch.
Betcha didn’t know my mom used to be like those women in the Pillsbury commercials making crescent rolls for us on Thanksgiving. Those things were my JAM. I actually filmed myself at five years old talking about how good they are. Those flaky, fresh-out-the-oven, buttery layers….ahhhhh. Even better? She would sometimes stuff them with beef or cheese!
Come to think of it, those crescent rolls gave me a weird pasty feeling on the roof of my mouth…Gotta love baked goods that come from a can.
I think that’s all I have in my arsenal of embarrassing Thanksgiving confessions. I hope they made you chuckle :)
And a prayer for the occasion from Catholic Online:
Father in Heaven, Creator of all and source of all goodness and love, please look kindly upon us and receive our heartfelt gratitude in this time of giving thanks.
Thank you for all the graces and blessings. You have betowed upon us, spiritual and temporal: our faith and religious heritage. Our food and shelter, our health, the loves we have for one another, our family and friends.
Dear Father, in Your infinite generosity, please grant us continued graces and blessing throughout the coming year.
This we ask in the Name of Jesus, Your Son and our Brother. Amen.
So tell me: Do you have any embarrassing Thanksgiving confessions? Have you ever been to the Macy’s Parade? Have you ever tried the amazingness that is the Pillsbury crescent roll?!