Of all of the American holidays, none is more important – or more heartbreaking to miss – than Thanksgiving.
My hugely over-populated Catholic family all gathers around the table at my grandparent’s house in Honey Island, Texas – a suburb of the large metropolis of Kountze – and overeats, watches football, catches up on everyone’s latest news and overeats.
Oh. I said that already.
The fact that I have missed Thanksgiving before doesn’t make it any easier. So this year, we are celebrating Texas/Pennsylvania/West Virginia/Connecticut/Irish/Calabrese-style. Some of the expats are heading over to Il Cedro and we are going to cook up our very own Festa del Ringraziamento feast.
We thought about having chicken fried steaks, pot pies, leeks and Bailey’s, – all covered with pounds of peppers, but opted instead for a more traditional dinner.
We have high hopes for our day and I hope your day goes just as well.
Happy Thanksgiving and Happy Love Thursday!