Thanksgiving at home

We spent Thanksgiving here at home, just the three of us. And you know what? It was really nice.

We had initially planned on spending Thanksgiving as we usually do — having two dinners, one with my parents and one with Jessica’s sisters. But the week prior, Namine got sick. We were pretty sure it was just due to her getting the flu shot, but we didn’t want to take any chances.

So we set about preparing for our big day inside. We picked up a small chicken because there was no way the three of us were going to consume a whole turkey. Namine doesn’t complain about much, but she was just so sad we wouldn’t be having turkey.

Well. We couldn’t have that! We picked up a turkey breast (which turned out to be perfect in size) and that chicken is still sitting in the freezer, waiting for a day on which to be eaten that is definitely not Thanksgiving.

Namine loves to help in the kitchen. Thanksgiving is no different, and she had a blast helping us make banana bread (not normally on the menu, but we had some bananas that needed to be used up), corn casserole, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, pumpkin pie, and whipped cream (known in these parts as mit meam*).

We made pumpkin pie ourselves, but that didn’t mean it was the only pie we had. We had picked up apple and pecan pies, so we had plenty to choose from!

This Thanksgiving is in the middle of a global pandemic, but we still have so much to be thankful for. I still have a job, and one that allows me to work from home. Namine had already planned to attend virtual school, so that wasn’t a total shock. (It was an adjustment, but that’s why we’re here for her.) Most importantly, we all, the three of us, have stayed relatively healthy.

Staying home for Thanksgiving wasn’t our original plan, but if there’s anything we’re good at, it’s rolling with the punches. The number one priority is keeping my girls safe, so if quarantining is necessary, then we’re here for it.


* Fun fact. When Namine was little, she had a tracheostomy breathing tube, which made it difficult for her to pronounce words. Her word for whipped cream was, we thought for the longest time, “mip meam.” Namine revealed to us fairly recently that we were, in fact, pronouncing it wrong. What she was saying was “mit,” not “mip.” We’ve been saying it wrong for so long, though, that we keep catching ourselves saying it the way we thought she had pronounced it.

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