Considering the pain the accompanies "turkey day" for many of us, I decided to start a thread about the happy memories we have of this day of thanks. My following story happened (again and again) before I was vegan, so it does involve a non-vegan dish. Hope no one gets offended. Here goes:
My family is spread throughout the U.S. so Thanksgiving used to consist of just me, my older sister and my Grandmother for many of my college years. Grandma used to make a jelled cranberry-cherry dish with diced fruit and walnuts. We abhored it but couldn't tell her. Instead, we would set each other up every Thanksgiving by saying "Oh grandma, I don't really like it but ______ LOVES it. Please give my helping to her."
Since we usually arrived seperately, and grandma's memory wasn't good from year to year, the first one there was always the winner. Then I got married and figured that 2 against 1 - we would always win no matter what time we showed up.
The first time my then husband sat down to the Thanksgiving dinner he announced that he was allergic to walnuts (a lie) but would be happy to give his share to Diane because "She rants about how lovely this cranberry dish is."
As you can imagine, that marriage didn't make it (yep, that's all it took ).
However, my sister and I still laugh about that awful jelled dish to this day!
(But we loved grandma's stuffing and now have a veganized version in her memory .)
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