- All businesses are open, so if you discover that you need more wine, or forgot to buy something, it's no problem. (It's funny how Americans, myself included, feel a tiny bit panicky at the prospect of going even ONE DAY without unlimited access to a grocery store despite the fact that our pantries are crammed full. The horror of wanting half-and-half for one's coffee and not being able to buy it.)
- You have an excuse not to get caught up in the Black Friday hysteria.
- It's more relaxed, and friends who otherwise wouldn't be able to come over because they have to do their Thanksgiving with their own families, will stop by and help you eat up all your excess dessert.
- There's mail delivery. I like to get my mail.
- There's no stupid football.
I attempted the "Salt Roasted" turkey that's featured on the cover of the November, 2010 Bon appetit magazine. The procedure is to rub the turkey with a mixture of coarse salt, lemon zest and herbs and let it sit for twenty four hours. Then you rinse off the salt, stuff the turkey with chopped lemons and celery, brush it with a lemon juice/olive oil combo and roast. The result was certainly attractive, but the taste was not appreciably different from any other turkey I've ever roasted. I don't think the salt-lemon hoopla was worth the effort.
Me, on the "real" Thanksgiving, still in work clothes. We ate lasagna.
Yesterday, I sent Seamus to play at the house of a child who has confirmed chicken pox. You're probably shocked. Why didn't I just get him vaccinated? Because I believe that one thing you need to do for good health is to get sick once in a while. Does that mean I want him to get polio or diptheria or tetanus? Of course not, and my kids did get the vaccines for those scary diseases. (Although Ian had whooping cough when he was 18 months old, despite getting the vaccine.) Anyway, the chicken pox child is one that my daughters baby sit for, and when this mother called asking Brigid to babysit (and to make sure I didn't mind exposing her) I asked if Seamus could come along for a short time, worrying that she'd think I was awful, but it turns out she exposed her son deliberately as well.
A chicken pox party? You probably think I'm the worst mother in the world, but you'd be wrong because Kris Kardashian is the worst mother in the world. So there.