Let me start off by saying, I eat too much. That's probably why there's no food in our fridge...plus we have 4 people in the house, and Grandma can't stop eating cereal, so yeah, we have to "faire les courses" like, every day.
I personally do NOT like Turkey. Sure, it's the Thanksgiving symbol, but I don't like to eat it. I think it's dry, I know you can add gravy, but I don't particularly like the taste of that. I love having mashed potatoes, but we always make a ton too much, so it ends up sitting in our fridge for a month, then we just have to throw it away.
Last year, (we're doing this this year too) we went down to Salem to visit family and eat there. I would much rather go somewhere else for Thanksgiving then stay home, of course because I'm lazy and I hate cleaning up afterward. The downside to going there is it's a whole bunch of family I gained just because my Grandma married her man, and so it's really awkward for me to eat, let alone, talk to them. Plus, it's always with my uncle, whom I don't really like, and then I end up spending the whole dinner silent.
But back to my original topic. I eat, and eat, and eat, and eat. One day, I had 8 pancakes, 6 sausage links, 2 plates of fruit, and I was still really hungry. Please, don't go on about how much you've eaten, I don't care. I was 12 years old, okay?
And yes, I do eat my emotions. When I'm sad, I eat. When I'm angry, I eat. When I'm happy, I (oh my god, suspense).....eat.
Sorry, I'm just rambling on and on, aren't I? Thanksgiving is not my favorite time of year, nor do I hate it.
I much prefer Christmas, since I get to stay at home and there isn't a giant dinner for me to clean up.
Thank you for reading it, it warms my heart a little knowing someone cares. JUST KIDDING. HAHAHAHAHA, no. Have fun this Thanksgiving!
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I think the phrase "eating your emotions" is fascinating. Makes me want to write a story about something supernatural that works around that concept. I feel like happiness would be sweet and sticky, like warm taffy; hatred would be brittle and bitter, like unsweetened chocolate; sadness would be heavy and bland -- oatmeal, maybe.
ReplyDeleteI find Christmas has more cleaning up involved, though that's because of presents and decorations and such, which maybe you don't deal with. At least you aren't cooking for fifteen people like Michaela. Though I do feel sympathy for you having to spend Thanksgiving with a family member you don't like. I don't understand why people have to screw up a perfectly lovely food day with family.