Thanksgiving Week Is My Favorite Time of The Year — Pittsburgh Lesbian Correspondents

Crap. It is Sunday at 8:30 and I haven’t posted yet. I cannot break my #NaBloPoMo streak on day ten. And you don’t want to read yet another post about cats so soon, I’m sure.

My favorite week of the year is Thanksgiving week. Don’t get me wrong, I am aware of the horrors of Thanksgiving’s history and contemporary manifestations of American imperialism and colonialism. I am using my white privilege to pluck it out of that context, give it a good decolonizing shake, and reclaim it for me. What fucking bullshit.

Stay with me.

It is my favorite week because it is/was a shortened school/work week. It had an ‘eve” that could be self-defined. The traditional meal is delicious, my favorite meal. Some great traditions like Charlie Brown, the Macy’s parade, and my beloved Celebrate the Seasons parade. RIP, Celebrate the Seasons. Leftovers. An extra day off on Friday. And bam, Christmas which I do observe along with other winter holidays.

No gifts. Just food.

As a kid, holidays like this could be treacherous, depending on alcohol consumption and mental health status. So I focused on the food. If we ate at home, a relative’s house, a restaurant — I could rely on the fundamentals of turkey, stuffing, and mashed…