thanks
With regards to food, Thanksgiving is a holiday that's easy to side-eye; it's like a celebration of gluttony, and of course gluttony is bad.
But as someone who, lately, has been too-hungry too damn often, I was really looking forward to being allowed to eat as much as I wanted, and then a little more after that.
My brother and I spent the afternoon with my mom and her aunt and her son and his partner (the usual crew), and I got super-tipsy on less than half a glass of wine (empty stomach) and felt generally great. It was good to see everyone again. My brother came in late last night, so we spent the car ride over happily reunion-izing. He's sporting super long hair -- it's longer than mine! -- and a rather majestic beard, and I think, once he gets his hair styled by someone who knows what they're doing, it's a look that could really work for him.
Dinner was fantastic -- all the usual foods, the turkey and the potatoes and cranberries and stuffing (oh the stuffing!) -- and yes, I ate too much. I then went right over to the sofa, laid down and closed my eyes. There is something very nice about dozing while warm and full and in the company of people you love.
Later, as my brother and I were getting ready to leave, my cousin's partner asked if I wanted any leftovers. I admit I was relieved that he had asked, because otherwise I wouldn't have said anything. I don't know: I'm weird about food. I need to be asked. But then I started talking about how often I've been hungry lately, and how constantly stressful it is to be poor, and the cup o' soups are cheap but they're also high in sodium, and anyway they never have enough calories to actually fill me up, but I'm so damn tired when I get back from work that I don't have the energy to make meals from scratch, so sometimes I just eat granola and nuts instead, because if I go hungry for more than a few hours then I get headaches.
Which... is how I ended up with a lot of leftovers, and I had to go in the bathroom for a bit and just cry, because kindesses make me cry even when they're from family.
I have put all the little tupperwares of turkey and cranberries and potatoes and stuffing in the fridge here, in a bag marked with my name, and it is so relieving to know that, for the next couple of days or so, I won't have to worry about how to feed myself.
That's a pretty wonderful Thanksgiving gift.
But as someone who, lately, has been too-hungry too damn often, I was really looking forward to being allowed to eat as much as I wanted, and then a little more after that.
My brother and I spent the afternoon with my mom and her aunt and her son and his partner (the usual crew), and I got super-tipsy on less than half a glass of wine (empty stomach) and felt generally great. It was good to see everyone again. My brother came in late last night, so we spent the car ride over happily reunion-izing. He's sporting super long hair -- it's longer than mine! -- and a rather majestic beard, and I think, once he gets his hair styled by someone who knows what they're doing, it's a look that could really work for him.
Dinner was fantastic -- all the usual foods, the turkey and the potatoes and cranberries and stuffing (oh the stuffing!) -- and yes, I ate too much. I then went right over to the sofa, laid down and closed my eyes. There is something very nice about dozing while warm and full and in the company of people you love.
Later, as my brother and I were getting ready to leave, my cousin's partner asked if I wanted any leftovers. I admit I was relieved that he had asked, because otherwise I wouldn't have said anything. I don't know: I'm weird about food. I need to be asked. But then I started talking about how often I've been hungry lately, and how constantly stressful it is to be poor, and the cup o' soups are cheap but they're also high in sodium, and anyway they never have enough calories to actually fill me up, but I'm so damn tired when I get back from work that I don't have the energy to make meals from scratch, so sometimes I just eat granola and nuts instead, because if I go hungry for more than a few hours then I get headaches.
Which... is how I ended up with a lot of leftovers, and I had to go in the bathroom for a bit and just cry, because kindesses make me cry even when they're from family.
I have put all the little tupperwares of turkey and cranberries and potatoes and stuffing in the fridge here, in a bag marked with my name, and it is so relieving to know that, for the next couple of days or so, I won't have to worry about how to feed myself.
That's a pretty wonderful Thanksgiving gift.