previously published by me elsewhere:
The united gorge fest commenced yesterday. Therefore, as a vow of our continued commitment to patriotic duty, perhaps out of fear of reproach and ostracism, many of us didn't allow our recognition of America's obesity epidemic to deter us from supporting National Glutton Day one more time.
This truly American holiday has become one of the last remaining vestiges from the Norman Rockwell image of the American family. However, we may have just had our least traditional Turkey (or Tofurkey, depending on your persuasion) Day yet.
Well, I guess the year we gathered on the following Saturday due to last minute sickness permeating my sister's house may have been the strangest one. I remember strolling through our local twenty-four hour grocery store looking for something interesting to eat that night, since we were expecting to eat elsewhere. I guess we're not really programmed to have a back-up plan if T-Day is cancelled.
This year we shared our big meal with our close friends' family. It was a nice position to be in, almost seeing the holiday from the outside for the first time. There's something about dealing with one's own immediate family during such high-stress occasions that I find reminds you why there's only one of these days a year.
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