Rumor on the street is that my mother might try to replace mashed potatoes with mashed cauliflower this Thanksgiving in order to cut back on the carbohydrates. While I am certainly not averse to new delicacies and doubly certainly not a fan of the carbs which are, obviously, the root of all American obesity. (No, not overeating, rampant consumerism, and increasingly sedentary lifestyles, nope). But, one should not mess with such a tried and true Thanksgiving menu on such short notice. My parents' refrigerator used to be full of an unending supply of chocolate tarts and cookies. Now the contents is soy yogurt, low fat, low carb, low taste rubbish. The house is really a new country since I moved.
Thanksgiving itself should be a low-key affair with only my parents, sister, brother-in-law, nephew, and myself. I consider the day just a detour and necessary hurdle to its more popular holiday-sibling Christmas. As usual for the overnight trip to the wilds of suburban New Jersey, I will pack more than enough distractions, including two or three unread books, Buffy The Vampire Slayer Season 4 DVD, etc. (Yet I always find myself reading old issues of Country Living).
