The week before Thanksgiving, a group text came through on my phone. Addressed to almost all of the eleven people who’d be attending Thanksgiving dinner, it was titled “the official Thanksgiving planning chat” and asked what everyone’s must-haves were for the festive meal. Some of my family really can’t eat gluten, but after a disastrous stuffing made with cashew bread a few years ago, we’d been trying hard to find less reprehensible alternatives. More than that, though, my mom (from whom the initial text came) wanted to ensure everyone enjoyed the meal.
My mom, as I’ve probably said before, is an excellent cook, so we haven’t (besides that cashew bread stuffing) ever had a bad Thanksgiving meal. This one, however, truly took the cake — so much so, that everyone begged her to put the mashed potatoes (filled, of course, with cream cheese) on the Christmas dinner menu, and my dad requested my cranberry sauce for then as well.
Comments