There are certain staples for every Thanksgiving dinner. Turkey? Check. Cranberry sauce? Check. Pumpkin pie? Check. Arguments with family members over politics? Check and check. Let’s face it, even though we know it’s a bad idea politics and Thanksgiving go hand in hand. Inevitably after a
couple few several glasses of wine, we have our disagreements on where our country is heading, we re-evaluate what we thought we knew about our close relatives, maybe we lose a little respect for some family members, then dinner ends and we get on with our lives. This year, though…oy.
The discussions about what’s happening at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue might get a little more heated than normal. To say that this past political season has been divisive is a bit of an understatement. Bring up the topic of gun control, abortion, or foreign policy and watch out. Your Robin turns into your Joker. Your Garfunkel morphs into your Axl Rose. Suddenly, the person you call family begins snarling, cursing your name, and sometimes just saying downright hateful things right in your face – viciously arguing their views. Don’t even get me started on the third-grade level name-calling. Ugh.
Thanksgiving is frustrating enough without politics, don’t you think? First off, the hours of intense cooking (often under harsh scrutiny by someone else at the table who thinks they’re mashed potato/stuffing/green bean casserole recipe is far better than yours) are for what? Ten minutes of actual eating? Or should I say inhaling? Then, there’s the cleanup. The mountains of dishes coated in congealed fat and butter take forever to clean. The “eating” part of the event is barely a blip compared to the pre-meal planning and post-meal de-cluttering. Which just doesn’t seem fair if you ask me. But then I love food more than I love just about anything. Yeah, I know. I need help.
This year I’m going to try to get a seat at the kid’s table where the conversation is sure to be light and I will no doubt learn a new joke about bodily functions for my ever-growing repertoire. Not to mention they don’t care if you’re a messy eater. Hell, they are too! AND they’re allowed to be picky about what they eat. Now that’s right up my alley. Plus, PLUS — they don’t know what wine is and won’t give you a side-eye when you keep guzzling the “happy juice.” Oh yeah. The kids’ table it is!
Good Luck! =D
Have fun on the kids table! I would join you – have a great Thanksgiving 🙂
Everyone knows where I stand on politics in my family. I have to learn not to take over the discussion…which means I’m going to try and keep my mouth full during the entire meal. I may pack in double calories with this approach… I already feel a grin coming on from my brother, who will see me trying really hard to not jump in and egg me on anyway…they will enter the door, hand out the hugs, settle themselves in, eat and make dinner conversation while watching for the signal to openly talk turkey.
We’re going to skip the political arguments and go straight to the really serious fights – the youngest daughter’s live-in boyfriend is a Chargers fan! It could be worse, he could be a Raiders fan…
Plus we’ll be having the BF’s parents over to our house for the first time – who needs politics to bring on the Stürm und Drang?
Have fun cleaning those dishes – keep the happy juice handy, apply liberal doses, and put those brats from the kid’s table to work helping!
That’s a great idea!