There is no common ground on when our Thanksgiving holiday was first marked. It is generally assumed that it was the Puritans in Massachusetts who initiated a feast AND A FAST marking a day of thanks for . . . well, I guess, letting them survive in this new and sometimes unforgiving land.
But that was 1621 in the Plymouth Colony. History tells us that the widespread habit of a Thanksgiving harvest festival did not widely take hold until the 1660's in New England.
Whatever.
It is a day when families gather together . . in modern times . . to overeat, indulge our familial grudges and watch football on humongous television screens. (For which we are all thankful.)
So it's two days away. Our frozen turkey (breast) is out on the counter beginning the long thaw. SWMBO is off today to an earlier than usual lunch with the BRD and then a stop at Trader Joe's to pick up whatever else is needed for our feast. Somewhere in the next couple of days I have been commissioned to make a pumpkin pie although the "little woman" will make a ginger snap crust for it to reside in.
I don't know about you but I'm already getting hungry.
I'll have more on this subject tomorrow.
