This may not seem like a big deal to
some, but since I’m only at 27 experiences with just over 80 days to go, I will
pretty much take anything I can get. And
carving the Thanksgiving turkey is an honor, right? Growing up, that
job typically went to my dad. When my husband and I host Thanksgiving at our house, the task of carving the turkey belongs to him. I had begun to wonder if there
was something magical about carving a turkey that only a man could do. This year, both my dad and husband had icky
colds so there was no way we were letting them handle the bird. My nephews were
out fishing and my brother-in-law was exhausted, so I thought it was my time to
step up.
It was a completely new experience
for me as it was also my first time to use an electric knife. My mom seemed a little nervous about me
attempting both things, but I handled them with ease! It turns out that carving
a turkey is a lot like cutting the meat off of a rotisserie chicken. There was really nothing special or magical
about it, but the carved turkey eventually joined the Thanksgiving buffet of
ham, dressing, green beans, macaroni and cheese and cranberry sauces (including
my contribution of Rachel Ray’s cranberry lime relish).
Our family joined in a circle holding
hands, but before the prayer my dad asked if anyone wanted to share what
they’re thankful for. Of course we all expressed our gratitude for the food, our
faith and family. Although unspoken, I know we also shared the sentiment, this
year especially, that we’re thankful to simply be together in good health. It’s
been a tough year as my sister dealt with a serious ovarian cancer scare and my
mom continued to deal with Parkinson’s disease, but God has helped us through.
Carving the turkey was a fun new
experience for me, but Thanksgiving is clearly not about the feast. It’s about
spending precious time with those we love…and treasuring every moment.
Experience #28 is complete…12 to go!
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