I LOVE Thanksgiving. You know what I love even more than Thanksgiving? Thanksgiving FOOD. You know…turkey, cranberries(the kind from the can that pops out and has a prefect jello mold, mmmm yum), stuffing, dinner rolls, sweet potatoes, 15 kinds of gravy, and of course green bean casserole!
We always travel for every holiday but it has just worked out that the last few years we have Thanksgiving at home. It has been kind of nice. Don’t get me wrong, I love to be with family and they are always more than welcome to join us, but because of distance to relatives we usually just have this holiday to ourselves. Cooking is one of my hobbies so I do it often and honestly Thanksgiving was just another day in this household because I cook big meals often. I really don’t mind it because than I can cook whatever I want and how ever I want and no one tells me otherwise…except my loving husband:D grrr
So, here’s how Thanksgiving Eve goes.
I ask Mr. Spanglish if he’s excited for Thanksgiving and with a nod of the head and a small apathetic smile I could tell he was indifferent. So, I naturally start to list off all the reasons why it will be so wonderful to get him in the holiday mood including the day off, the family time(the two of us and my mom), “Festival of the Trees” (a place to go see hundreds of uniquely decorated Christmas trees to raise money for charity), and obviously the food. I manage to finally get him excited to at least eat the delicious feast I was going to prepare the next day🙂
So, I was up until 2 AM getting last minute things prepared for the morning and have been up since about 8 to make sure that everything is all ready for a 2 O’clock Thanksgiving dinner. Like I said before, it was just like any other day(once all the prep work was done). I love to cook and had the turkey in the oven and already gave the left over organs from the turkey to our dog( FYI: organs, such as the heart and liver, are really good for your little furry friends by the way). I was well into cooking when my husband was on the phone with his sister wishing her a Happy Thanksgiving. I could hear that they were talking about what Mexican foods they were making for Thanksgiving and what their traditional dishes were. After their conversation Mr. Spanglish comes into the kitchen and starts to peek around to see what I was making and then, after riffling through everything,
asks demands, “Where are the tamales?!”
Just for all the gentlemen readers, I would advise you that whenever your wife is doing something out of the goodness of her heart and selflessly has been cooking for the last 3 days straight, you act as though it is not necessary but most defiantly appreciated. OK, got it? Good. Well, needless to say that is something my husband did not comprehend, or at least think through before he accusingly asked where all the tamales where.
Well, much to his surprise, his gringa for a wife did not make any tamales but instead made a complete and wonderful “white” Thanksgiving feast with turkey. I think that with the glare of fiery eyes I gave Mr. Spanglish, he realized the slip of his tongue was not appreciated. I answered his question matter of factly with a hint of sneer and announced, “Dinner will be ready in an hour.”
I guess next year we will be having a fiesta rather than a feast!