Thanksgiving is probably my favorite holiday of the year. A holiday built around beer, football, and eating – seriously, what’s not to love? But, perhaps my favorite part of Thanksgiving is simply being with many of the people I hold most dear in my life and just celebrating being together in one place. Spending the holiday in Boston this year, it was an eventful Thanksgiving as ever.
My family is sort of a unique cast of characters – we have my mom and aunt who always seem to be competing with each other, the girl cousins who love to watch movies and talk about clothes, the jokesters who sit around drinking and watching football (I obviously fall into this category), and the grandmother who makes hilarious insensitive comments without any sort of filter whatsoever. The past couple of years we’ve sort of fallen into a new tradition – making some kind of “novelty” turkey in addition to a regular “safety” one. Last year was the infamous “turducken” (chicken inside of a duck inside of a turkey – and surprisingly tasty actually) and this year was the dangerous “fried turkey”. My uncle, for some reason obsessed with the art form of turkey production, took on the endeavor of deep-frying an entire turkey. For reference of just how dangerous we’re talking here – he said one of the first things coming up in his turkey frying research was, “how to rebuild your deck.” Or, just watch this hilarious video of people trying to fry turkey and failing miserably. But anyway, we all gathered around outside (not on the deck) to watch the moment of truth.
Unfortunately, nothing blew up. This made me very upset I walked all the way outside in the cold to ultimately see nothing awesome happen. The turkey was fried successfully, and it was quite delicious, a lot moister than your average Joe turkey – and I consider myself a primed turkey expert, so trust me, I’d know. In the end though, what I remember most about this and just about every other Thanksgiving is not a specific memory of sorts or anything to do with advanced turkey exploration. What I remember most is the indefinite recollection of us all being together – the one day a year where I can absolutely count on being with family – and that to me is Thanksgiving.