This year Thanksgiving looks a
little different from our usual. For one
thing, we are giving thanks for normalcy, in the guise of heat, hot water, and
electricity, and keeping in mind our many, many fellow-citizens without any
semblance of their usual Thanksgiving traditions. Second, our faithful Thanksgiving guests are
not coming to dinner (a previous engagement on a cruise) and won’t be bringing my
friend’s excellent Bourbon sweet potato casserole—a great disappointment to my
daughter, who dotes on it even though she dislikes liquor of all kinds.
My dad, at nearly 102, has been
invited to dinner at the home of his friend Sylvia, who has extended this
kindness to him for many years. As
usual, he is planning to make a pecan pie, long the favorite of Sylvia’s late
husband, Doug. This year, I think he
will need some help with this endeavor, but one of his caregivers is a fine
baker and has already gone over the recipe with him to ensure he has all the
ingredients at the ready.
In spite of the fact that we
could make the effort behind this day mostly optional, we will celebrate with a
significant dinner.