There is a pile of mashed potatoes calling you. Mashed perfectly, with just the right amount of butter, salt, pepper, and gravy. There is cobbed corn waiting to be boiled, just for you. A turkey was raised from his egg, fed, housed, and killed, just for this meal. He gave his life for your belly. Someone woke up in the early hours of the morning, to get some rolls raising. Pie. There is Pie, a piece of pumpkin pie with your name on it, also banana cream, waiting to fill the void we affectionately call, the pie hole. So many pies, so little time. Sides of green beans, beats, salads, some new dish, some ancient family dish, all waiting to be set on a massive table. Eating will commence at 1 pm, and will continue for hours, then a rest, then some pie, then some left overs.
This is the holiday of eating.
But really the food isn’t what makes it. Imagine a feast such as this, in a lone room. Eaten in solitude. A place setting for one. No, this holiday isn’t all about the food. There is one final ingredient. The people. Family, friends, new or old. A feast must have people to share in the abundance. Find your people. Whoever they are this week, and as you shorten your lifespans together, be thankful for the abundant life, most certainly evidenced by the mounds of starches, carbohydrates and proteins, but more importantly evidence by those who take devour the turkey, potatoes, yams, and stuffing alongside you. That is where our abundance is most evident.