Not excited for this!
I dislike Thanksgiving. Well I dislike Thanksgiving every other year I should say. Because every other year we stay home and create our own Thanksgiving. This year we are not at home we are at my Aunt’s house.
First a little back story: When I was younger, and my grandparents were alive, I loved going there for Thanksgiving. My grandparents, who would be my dad’s parents, lived on a farm. As we drove up to the farm there would be deer carcasses hanging out because my uncles and some cousins would go hunting in the morning. It never really bothered me seeing those. Then I would see the farm. I loved the farm very much. I loved how when my grandma would get everything ready for our meal, us kids would go to the farm. They had cows, chickens, pigs and farm kitties. All the kids would play up in the hay loft. Also there would be a lot of cats up there. We always had so much fun.
Then we all got older my grandparents died and my aunt and uncle sold their house next to the farm. They built a really nice house a little further away from the farm. They still have the farm but no animals expect one cow which they feed and then butcher later. They mostly grow crops now. There are some farm cats but it’s not as fun to pet them like when I was younger.
Now why I dislike going to the farm for Thanksgiving: My aunt has this weird thing about food. When you think of Thanksgiving you might think of all that food you will have for left overs, well not at my aunt’s house. She literally hides food. I have no idea why. When people start coming and bring food over she will hide it until someone asks for it. I think that is so stupid and its food for people to share not to hide. What is this, a hide seek for food? And she never makes enough for all the people that come over which really doesn’t make any sense to me at all. Now my grandma would make so much food she would tell us we had to take some home. Also all her food was very good.
On top of that my aunt makes pumpkin pies; she has more pies than the actual meal. Now I always liked her pumpkin pies because I didn’t know any better. Her pumpkin pies are grey and runny, I thought that was good. Until my mother-in-law made pumpkin pie, I was so blown away. I had never tasted a pumpkin pie that actually tasted like pumpkin and cinnamon. I didn’t know it could be so good! Now I hate my aunt’s pumpkin pie.
Also all my cousins are getting older and either moved away or have their own family, not many of my cousins come over anymore. Not even some of my aunts and uncles make the trip to come over because they have moved to a warmer state. Usually people come over now that I don’t know and only some aunts, uncles, and cousins show up.
When we eat, if I or anyone else gets anything on the floor she has a total freak out session. I would understand if it was juice or something that would really stain but we talking about food that you can just pick up and there is small children that come you know how messy kids can get, practically all day of freak out sessions about little messes.
Sounds like fun uh?
Well last year there was an incident that happened. Last year was an off year meaning we didn’t go to my aunt’s house for Thanksgiving. We made our own Thanksgiving which I love. The day before Thanksgiving my mom calls me in all in a panic. She asked my aunt if she could bring an apple pie for Thanksgiving. My mom hates pumpkin pie and all my aunt makes is pumpkin pie. She knows my mom hates pumpkin pie and some years she would make other pies to accommodate other people who dislike pumpkin pie. But last year my aunt called my mom and told her no other pie would be made and not to bring any other pie.
Let’s back up a little; my aunt is a huge control freak. One year when Jeff and I were first married my mother- in-law made some pumpkin and apple pies. My aunt had a huge freak out session; on how dare she make pies to share. Only she can make the pies. So this is what she did; she hid the food so no one could eat the pies until my mom asked if we could eat one of my mother-in-law pies.
Back to the incident that happened last year. Now my dad went over there early and my mom was going to go with my younger brother Adam a little later in the day. My mom called my aunt to ask if there anything she could bring and if she was going to make another kind of pie. That is when she said no and don’t bring any other pie. My mom was pissed! Not just because she is not supposed to bring pie but just how she treats everyone at Thanksgiving. I know my mom like me hates going to her house for Thanksgiving. She called me and told me how mad she was about this. Really though who does my aunt think she is anyways? She does not cook like my grandma, never has. Her food sucks on so many levels! But my mom ends up going and bringing an apple pie with her. Unfortunately for her she has to go because of my dad. I keep telling her she can come over to my house but she always gives in and goes to my aunt’s house.
What can I do? The answer is nothing.
This year Jeff and I are actually planning an escape route out of there. Go, eat something, talk a bit maybe play poker and then leave. Should only take 4 hours, usually we stay for like 6 or 7 hours. I want to leave before it gets too dark. Every Thanksgiving a bunch of the family likes to play poker, but only for nickels and dimes. Really cheap poker, they are fun because we all get to play and the games are silly too. That is actually my favorite part of Thanksgiving when we go. Also everyone in my family are big alcohol drinkers so they always bring so much booze. Free booze for 4 hours, sweet! What do you expect, I live in Wisconsin. So I won’t be driving home.
If you celebrate Thanksgiving and like it HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
