There’s a turkey in the oven. The other half is worrying because her son will be here soon and she has a poor track record with turkeys. He’ll be hungry and she doesn’t want to disappoint. Her track record, for sports fans keeping score, is thus: Turkeys, sixteen; other half, two. She’s freaked about dinner. She’s worried that it will be a flop, a disappointment. Everyone will starve.
I remind her of a few things: If we all order a pizza—a personal favorite for each of us—that we’d still be together and for the same reason. That turkey will not change a thing. After some thought, she nodded and said, you’re right, and, we still have peanut butter.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone, and may you enjoy and treasure the day for its original intent. If it comes to food, divvy up the spoons and have some peanut butter. Life is good.*
* Allergic? Work that bird! Vegan? Don’t burn the tofu.