I've read a couple of blog posts recently about Thanksgiving. The most recent one was this one over at The Fiery Skull Diaries.
Thanksgiving was never my favourite holiday growing up. Up until I was about 8 or 9 I liked it ok. My whole family would go to Boston to celebrate with my grandmother and 30 other people (friends of hers, other family members). It was a huge production with two turkeys, a giant dessert table (when my dad was little his grandmother used to make a dessert for every year he was old...the tradition stopped eventually, but the main idea was MANY desserts was the only acceptable way).
Pecan pies, pumpkin pies, mousse, ice cream, jello moulds (ew), and the list goes on.
Eventually my eldest brother started having his own Thanksgiving and stopped coming to ours. I think that's when I stopped liking it. But it was stressful too, I couldn't be in the kitchen helping out (a place I like to be) and my job was to make the name cards for everyone which seemed so incredibly boring and mundane. Who cares where people sit? Let's eat mashed potatoes and call it day!
Then I became a vegetarian (and eventually gluten free). I was left with mashed potatoes and peas for dinner - delicious but not hugely nutritious. My grandmother got older, more stressed, and less willing for people to help out. I desperately wished every year that I could go somewhere else. Be at someone else's house for thanksgiving. And now that's come true, don't fret none, I'm thankful for it.
Now, I'm in Australia. There is no Thanksgiving. It's just another Thursday. Each year I try to do something: make mashed potatoes and peas to satisfy my own homesickness. This year, I'll probably do the same, Inspector Climate has to work.
I've had offers to spend it with other American Expats or even friends who know how homesick I get. But, I'd rather spend it alone.
I'd rather be able to submerge myself in the memories of Thanksgivings spent in Boston with marshmellow covered yams (what is up with that?) that no one would ever eat.
Currently, I'm nostalgic for egg nog. Desperately homesick for eggnog. I'd try to make it myself, but I think knowing what was it in would turn me off it for life.