I had enough at the office. My dad made a roast. I kicked in mashed potatoes. My aunt brought green bean casserole and Dutch apple pie a la mode. Oh, and we all brought our appetites. A turducken would have been interesting, the obscenity of so much meat in my house notwithstanding.
I swear, my table gets more whitewashed every Thanksgiving – not a grain of rice to be seen anywhere, nor a drop of sambal. My dad decided to eat Serreno peppers with his food instead.
Strange how things work out. Chalk it up to time.