1/17/2024 0 Comments I love my brother wallpaper![]() Importantly, there also exists another Thanksgiving clause – one which dictates that in your lifetime you will be allowed exactly three Thanksgiving meals away from your family. (Image credit: Photographer: Lasse Kärkkäinen Food editor: Melina Keays. And likewise, you can bolt for the car five minutes after the pumpkin pie has been served and still be said to have fully participated in Thanksgiving. Essentially, as long as you arrive five minutes beforehand, bleeding and exhausted from canoeing in from Antarctica, you're OK. This is the only part of the holiday that really counts, and the rules of dining attendance are rigidly codified. The arena for the family's psychic gameplay is, of course, the dinner table. ![]() Son: Why can't we ever have a normal meal like a normal family?Īnd therein lies the essence of the Thanksgiving holiday: the friction created by the difference between what a family is commonly held up to be (cheerful, giving, clever and full of amusing banter) versus what we all know it to be in our bowels (petty, vain, easily bored, easily insulted and possessing an almost infinite catalogue of endlessly nursed grudges). Mom: Don't talk to my brother/sister that way. Sis: You always give him more attention than you do me!Īunty/Uncle: I suppose we're all too dumb for you. Mom: Why do you always have to patronise me?ĭad: Look what you've done to your mother! Son: Hey, Mom, these whipped yams are really good. One might ask, 'How can such an enormous blow-out coexist with Christmas being barely a month away?' One might also ask, 'And frankly, how much rich, delicious food can a person take in the course of a few weeks?' This American-born holiday has been transformed from a dour, reflective time for meditation (and, yes, the giving of thanks) into a flat-out behavioural dumbfest – an annual ripping of the national emotional fabric around a table laden with turkey, stuffing and far too many mashed root vegetables. The mutation of the turkey across three centuries, however, from smart to dumb (over-hybridized turkeys are now well known for drowning on rainy days by raising their heads to the sky and then forgetting to lower them) also provides rich symbolism for the 200-year devolution of Thanksgiving. Back then, turkeys were not only juicy and delicious, but smart, too – justifiably wary of hunters and excellent flyers – whereas the bald eagle was, and remains, essentially a seagull with a good hairdo. Back in the 1700s, Benjamin Franklin wanted the official bird of the United States to be the turkey, not the bald eagle.
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