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Too much food, too much alcohol, so pretty darn good. Yours?
No turkey. No family. No alcohol. Didn't even catch the parade. I worked the night. Just happened to work out that way.
Last couple of years Thanksgiving has been pretty bittersweet though so I kinda don't mind.
Story time...
As little kid my mother and father owned a modest brownstone in Brooklyn. From basement to the third floor it was my family. Mom, dad, grandma, sister, brother, aunts, uncles, cousins, all under one roof, and of course the rest who came and went from the rest of the family as most lived in the same area.
One year, I must have been 6 or 7 my mother told my dad to organize the other fathers to take all the kids out to the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. She figured it would be easier to get all the cooking and prep done without all the kids running around underfoot. The dads would take the kids into Manhattan and by the time they came back everything would be done. She told my dad to make his signature alcoholic egg nog before he left.
This happened to be one of the coldest and windiest Thanksgivings in a long time. I remember my dad, who hated the cold having grown up in Puerto Rico cursing a lot let's say. But it was a great experience as a kid. We saw the floats, the balloons and even some of the performances live.
Meanwhile back at the house the women of my family were hard at work cooking. This year we happened to have not one but three turkeys (We were a big crowd especially when the extended family is included, friends ect.), my aunt Carmen having won one in a contest from her job and a friend of my mother's from her job gave her a fresh turkey as well that morning. Thing is... The women were also taking a sip of that egg nogg as they were cooking. Make the potato salad, have a cup of nog. Finish the prep for the stuffing... Have a cup of nog. And so it went until they had finished the bowl, and were pretty drunk ta boot.
We all get home, my dad and the others and we find the ladies three sheets to the wind. My dad in faux outrage starts yelling, "I'm out there freezing my ass off and I come back you all are drunk?!!" Thing was... That meal was AMAZING. I don't know what the effect the alcohol had on their skills but it was all delicious. Also we got to say stuff like "Alright... Bring on the second turkey!!". A grand time was had by all. It's one of my most cherished memories.
I can't help but think of it when I hear this song or think about this time of year and they both make me pretty sad. I think that my mom understands so she doesn't mind that I've not been able to do Thanksgiving with her as much as I would have liked since 2014.
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