Feasting…

We are staying in town for Thanksgiving this year and we have some family and friends joining us to make our merry group grow from 3 to 11. As always, I am in charge of the majority of the cooking, which I actually enjoy and kick ass at…and “thankfully” the group that is joining us this year, usually feels compelled to pitch in by helping clean after the eatin’. The older I get the more fucked up I think this holiday is or at least the story that is presented to children about the history of turkey day. Pilgrims came to America and couldn't hack it on their own, so the Native American’s in the area took pity helped them thought the cold first winters and we eat this big ass meal in celebration this friendship. When do we get to the part about syphilis and the trail of tears? I bet those first couple of years where followed by thoughts of “shit, we should have let the fuckers starve”. I have a friend who’s family is on the fanatic side…they won’t celebrate Halloween because it’s evil or Christmas because it’s commercial. Everyone uses Thanksgiving as an opportunity to reflect on why they are thankful, but it could be a time to reflect on some fucked up things in history. I think I should make Thanksgiving placemats with a picture of Iron Eyes Cody crying and the caption “Do you want to give us disease and drive us off our land before or after the pumpkin pie?”