Day 22: Your favorite holiday.
Most people would say Christmas, or maybe their birthday. I’m going to go with Thanksgiving, because that’s when I get a chance to shine (food-wise, anyway) in that I eat my own weight in turkey. I’m almost always the last person left at the table because our family gets tired of waiting for me to fill up. And you know how tryptophan in turkey is supposed to make you sleepy? I’m convinced it’s an urban legend. Either that, or I’m completely immune to it. Which, come to think of it, is probably the case since medications known for causing drowsiness don’t work on me (Benadryl, Ambien). But where was I? Oh, yeah: turkey. Since my family is Puerto Rican, we usually celebrate holidays like Easter and Christmas with a pernil, or roast pork shoulder, which, while absolutely delicious (my dad can prepare and cook them in his sleep), is most decidedly not a turkey. So I have to get my fill at Thanksgiving, or find/fabricate a reason to make a turkey on another occasion during the year. This past Thanksgiving was probably my favorite in that Coraline was old enough to really get to try the food. And boy, did she love eating everything — especially the turkey.
The bad boy I prepped and roasted for Thanksgiving 2011
Love Thanksgiving. As much as Christmas, as much as Chanukah, as much as Halloween. Yes, I’m a sucker for all holidays. July 4th? Looooovvvvee it!
I love cooking, eating (way too much), movies on the couch with the cousins, drinking (not as much but still).
However when I eat turkey or chicken I totally fall asleep. Don’t know if this has anything to do with trypophan or just over stuffing myself.
Anyway. Thanks for your kind words today. I do enjoy his daughter for who she is, before he and I were together we were friends, then together, then I returned to Paris and it was over. It’s just really tough being back, loving him… not being with him. Who knows.
Hugs.
LOL That’s the attitude! 🙂 I love other holidays a lot, too, but I am a sucker for turkey. (I love cooking, but by the time I get home from work, any desire to do so goes right out the window.) As far back as I remember, I’ve never gotten drowsy after a big holiday meal, no matter how much I’ve eaten. Weird, I know.
You’re welcome. I hope everything works out to the way it should be — for all of you. And been there, done that. Unrequited love sucks.
Hugs back to you, Miss A!