This year my sister and I decided fairly last-minute to do Thanksgiving at my house, just the two of us. Our parents are going down to Virginia to see family that my sister and I don't know particularly well, and we both have to work on Friday, and so we responded to our parents' offer to join them with a resounding "meh." Although it was less us "deciding" to have our own Thanksgiving at my house, and more me attempting to lure her out of her anti-social bedroom hidey hole with promises of gratin dauphinois! Butternut squash, brussel sprouts, a whole pumpkin stuffed with bread and cheese and cream! And pie, Becca, pie! The one thing I didn't want to bother with was the turkey. I mean, turkey. Meh. Who needs it? We would have a Very Vegetarian Thanksgiving, I decided, and after way more convincing than you would think would be necessary (I will take care of everything! All you need to do is show up!), my sister finally agreed.
While I like to keep my gustatory options open, I've been eating vegetarian about 90% of the time for the last couple of years now, and don't really feel like I am missing out on anything. (The other ten percent of the time is reserved for special occasions, like restaurants or pretty much anytime someone else is cooking, and for Bacon Fridays at work. Yes, I may only get four paid holidays a year and one measly week of vacation only after I've worked there a full calendar year, and maybe they "don't do" direct deposit, but by god, there is bacon every Friday.) Plus, everyone knows the best part of Thanksgiving is the carbs and the veggies drowned in butter and cream. And the pie. And the wine. Doing a turkey-less Thanksgiving just made sense for us.
Although just try telling that to some people.
"Oh," my mother said after I told her about our Very Vegetarian Thanksgiving. "Is that because you couldn't get a turkey?"
Well, no, I explained to her, it's that both Becca and I enjoy eating vegetarian. And, you know. Gratin dauphinois! An entire pumpkin stuffed with goodness! Etc.
"Well, maybe your father and I will bring you back some turkey," she said.
Nope! Won't be necessary! I explained. Totally good on the turkey. No turkey needed. Enjoy yours, but, you know, we're fine.
I thought the matter was settled, but my mother was not giving up that easily. I missed her call tonight and she left a voicemail on my phone. "I have great news!" the message begins. "Your father got a spiral ham from work, so I can give it to Becca to bring with her if you'd like!"
I think I'll wait a while before I break the news that I'm dating a Muslim. The vegetarian thing seems to be enough for her to handle right now.