Family, Feasting and Football

In the order of importance, those are the three defining factors of my Thanksgiving traditions and this year was no exception. My mom was the lucky hostess. I’ve already given a synoposis of the dish responsibilities broken down by aunt, so luckily for our family, if you’re hosting, it doesn’t necessarily mean you’re cooking to feed everyone. Thank goodness. I have a pretty big family, but this year my sister and one of my aunts spent the holiday with their in-laws, so it was actually a little on the quieter side. Less people, less food, less fanfare.

Before I fully delve into the Turkey Day festivities, let me back track a day though, because as promised, I went to go see Catching Fire with one of my friends from high school. I’m pretty sure we were the only ones in the theater over the age of 18 who weren’t chaperones…actually, I’m pretty sure we were the only ones in the theater. Period.

Thanksgiving movie

Because normal 25 year olds in DC are out getting drunk on the biggest drinking night of the year.

Fast forward 8 hours and I was up at the crack of dawn stuffing and wrapping wontons. I’m fancy. I can do three different shapes….triangles, half crescents and classic wontons:


Vietnamese Thanksgiving

Fried wontons. Eggrolls. Stir fried noodles. You can file those under “Food Items Definitely Not Present on the First Thanksgiving Table”…..too bad for the Pilgrims, they were seriously missing out.

bacon wrapped asparagus with mushroom cream sauce

I ended up making the prosciutto wrapped asparagus with mushroom cream sauce. I had to improvise with bacon because I discovered a little too late in the game that we didn’t have prosciutto in the fridge and I really didn’t want to traverse the war zone otherwise known as the local grocery store on the eve of Thanksgiving.

Like I said, this year had less people, therefore, less food than what we’re used to having at family gatherings:

Thanksgiving 2013 Thanksgiving table

It was still delicious though! Also, please note the store-bought rotisserie chicken placed at the center of the table…how sacrilegous. How does the Costco chicken get the spotlight and prime table spot over the turkey?! Who brought this bird?! Blasphemy.

After tucking into my plate and getting a fifth second serving of everything I was just about ready to pass out. My aunt (who never drinks wine) and myself (who rarely drinks wine) split a bottle of red and I was just feeling so content and would’ve been happy to plop on the couch and watch football the rest of the evening. But then, of course, a handle of Fireball magically appeared from nowhere. Shots? Ok. You don’t have to twist my arm. 12 games of Catchphrase later, a dessert break and Secret Santa name-picking rounded out the evening. Besides the Cowboys beating the Raiders, I couldn’t have asked for a better Thanksgiving.

And now for the mushy stuff…

I’m thankful for my Mama who makes the best food.

I’m thankful that my aunt, who is currently in Afghanistan, was able to call and share in on Thanksgiving with us despite not physically being here.

I’m thankful for my little brother who withstood freezing temperatures and beat out hordes of rabid, middle-aged women to get me a TV at Wal-Mart. (Before you judge, he was in line to get himself a TV and graciously offered to pick me one up too. Best brother ever.)

I’m thankful for my best friends. Even though some of them live halfway across the country, knowing that our friendships are still as solid as the days when we lived down the hallway from each other makes me so happy.

I’m thankful for everyone who reads this blog. Thanks for continuing to visit my little slice of the internet!

And lastly, I’m thankful for Movember:

Thanksgiving beards


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