I am currently writing this in a turkey/mashed potato infused fog.
I have stated before that Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday.
Itís a time to reflect, count our blessings and work on our gratitude.
Of course, itís also a time to eat.
I enjoy all my favorite comfort foods laid out in front of me in one big gorgeous buffet.
But how did this wondrous of all holidays originate?
I had to research the beginnings of this annual food, football, and fellowship bounty.
In 1621 the colonists and the Wampanoag Indians (or Native Americans for you sensitive folks), held an autumn harvest feast. It supposedly lasted a week.
Why did we shorten it to a day?
How could this have happened?
Just think, sweat pants could have been invented so much earlier.
No mention of a turkey though.
Instead, they ate lots of seafood.
Somehow eating scallops in alfredo sauce doesnít quite cut it for me.
Did you know Thomas Jefferson was the only president who refused to declare days of thanksgiving, making him the official first party pooper?
Another Thanksgiving staple.
Native Americans (see how I did that for my politically correct friends?) enjoyed cranberries.However sweetened cranberries was certainly not on the first Thanksgiving menu. The pilgrims had long exhausted their sugar supply by November 1621.
That makes me so sad. Itís a wonder they survived.
I hope you enjoyed your family time. Whether it was in person or via ZOOM.
Now thereís a sentence I never thought Iíd write.
Iíll leave you with a few of my favorite Thanksgiving puns.
I only have pies for you.
My family told me to stop telling Thanksgiving jokes, but I said I couldnít quit cold turkey.
Okay, one more, then a nap, and off to leftovers.
Oh my gourd, I ate too much.
See you out there.