Turkey and pie, family and friends, Japanese and American, music and candles and snow flurries, origami and finger strings, reading and visiting, walks and hunting, tea and coffee, and the baby. The baby sleeping, the baby eating, the baby smiling, the baby talking, the baby bathing, the baby changing, and baby doting. In a popularity contest between the turkey with its slew of mighty side dishes and the baby, the baby would win, hands down.
One note about Thanksgiving day and its food. I’ve come to the conclusion that my mother has devised best T-day eating schedule. It goes like this:
Casual cereal-and-toast breakfast.
Noon Thanksgiving feast. (Hold the desserts.)
Mid/late-afternoon massive bowl of fruit.
Suppertime dessert feast.
Bedtime snack of cheese and crackers if anyone’s still hungry.
I think it’s brilliant and plan to copy it for the rest of my life. (But, on the off-chance there’s something better out there, what’s your tradition T-day eating schedule?)