Wwwwwaaab
I think for some (most?) people, holidays (thanksgiving, christmas, easter are the ones that come to mind for me, feel free to substitute in your own), a large component of the holiday is a special meal (normally dinner). People love to look forward to it, because they go home and get their "grandmothers special X" or "my mom makes this wonderful Y". This is not the case for me. In fact if anything, its the opposite. I didn't really pick up cooking until highschool, but ever since I left for college, I never looked back on my mothers cooking. I mean, it doesn't help that she's the pickiest eater I know (she doesn't eat anything green, and I'm only half kidding about that), but even the stuff she does cook, she does passably at best. As evidence, I will offer this years thanksgiving menu:
a) Turkey (cooked as plainly as you can imagine)
b) Ham
c) mashed potatoes
d) peas
e) corn
f) stuffing out of a bag
g) sweet potatoes with marshallows on top (for the love of god, can someone explain to me why you need to put marshmallows on sweet potatoes? its already sweet enough)
And some of you might think "well Jack, you should help out with planning the meal. Or help cook. Do something, do ANYTHING!", and I'll admit this is a reasonable suggestion, which is ultimately untenable due to how my mother and I interact in the kitchen.
And this isn't to say that I'm hating on family gatherings/holidays. Many of my most vivid memories post middle school have been during the holidays. Granted, they're all memories with friends, but most of them happen on the holidays, so that counts, right?
I guess you can sum this post up with: Baaaawww I wish my family had more culinary tradition/weren't the pickiest eaters and I can't wait to have my own thanksgiving, although I don't know how/when that'll happen.
a) Turkey (cooked as plainly as you can imagine)
b) Ham
c) mashed potatoes
d) peas
e) corn
f) stuffing out of a bag
g) sweet potatoes with marshallows on top (for the love of god, can someone explain to me why you need to put marshmallows on sweet potatoes? its already sweet enough)
And some of you might think "well Jack, you should help out with planning the meal. Or help cook. Do something, do ANYTHING!", and I'll admit this is a reasonable suggestion, which is ultimately untenable due to how my mother and I interact in the kitchen.
And this isn't to say that I'm hating on family gatherings/holidays. Many of my most vivid memories post middle school have been during the holidays. Granted, they're all memories with friends, but most of them happen on the holidays, so that counts, right?
I guess you can sum this post up with: Baaaawww I wish my family had more culinary tradition/weren't the pickiest eaters and I can't wait to have my own thanksgiving, although I don't know how/when that'll happen.