Fridge Poetry
If anyone wants me this week, I’ll be in the kitchen.
Thanksgiving Dinner has only been a 4 year tradition for me. Prior to meeting Jay, Thanksgiving Dinner used to be just another day off from work and oodles of noodles and pork with my family. When I met Jay I started to understand that Thanksgiving Dinner is a celebration of the friendship between white people and the natives of America. Let’s rephrase that. Thanksgiving celebrates the survival of the natives, despite the horrible things that have been done to them in the name of imperialism. It became a celebration of Jay himself, who descended from Dutch, Irish and Blackfoot ancestors. Rocky that relationship may be between the natives and the Euro-Americans, the brief moment of union between the two still brought about the creation of a truly amazing person, and in the big picture an America that is colorful.
Four years ago, I started cooking Thanksgiving Dinner. After having gone to Jay’s family dinners for many years, I learned what makes a traditional Thanksgiving meal. After I gave birth to my baby four years ago, I wanted to thank all the wonderful people who helped me through what was the most challenging and life-changing event in my life. I am the mother of a truly colorful child whose ancestors are Blackfoot, Dutch, Filipino, Irish, Spanish and everything else in between.
So I cook. And I thank. And I eat!!!
Great poem… and I love the “Sade” ending, who is sexy as hell too. Have a nice Thanksgiving!
That’s really sweet! Glad that Thanksgiving went well for you and yours!
(and we’re all thankful for you too!)