Thanksgiving whine

Scribbled down on October 11th, 2009 by she
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Time for an annual tradition: communal Thanksgiving dinner. This is where we trott across the alley with a contribution to the meal and gather with our neighbours for a fun evening of food, conversation and play.

The dinner is hosted at a neighbour’s house because they have a large enough kitchen able to fit the masses. Everyone who attends is supposed to bring at least one thing to contrbute to the meal.

Luckily the turkey has been cooked by our host for the past few years. Our contribution this year is wine (1 white, 1 red), mushy taters, carrots, parsnips, corn bread, and cheesecake (x2).

It’s usually an awesome evening. The only downside I can think of is that sometimes we have people drop by for dinner who don’t bother to bring a contribution. These people always seem to eat the most too. And wander home with all the leftovers…

I know I should be more charitable on this of all weekends but it just seems to be rude to me. The point of the communal meal is so that no one person has to do all the cooking for the day and that everyone has a place to go on the holiday.

I know that not everyone cooks but how hard is it to bring a store bought desert, buns, or a bottle of wine with you when you show up? It’s just common courtesy.

Another point of order – being over 30 minutes late for dinner and not calling to indicate you’ll be late is extremely rude. Being a family member of one of the neighbours does not excuse you from being on time (or bringing a contribution). Expecting all the neighbours to gush over your toddler when you’re so late for dinner is also bad form in my eyes.

Wow! I’m apparently very ungreatful this Thanksgiving. I’m well on my way to “crotchety old bat” status this evening.


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One Response to “Thanksgiving whine”

  1. You will ALWAYS find those ones who figure that they don’t really have to bring anything or show up on time. One chicky in a group of friends had decided that if there is leftovers that she could take them for her roommate, who isn’t even a member of the group. Sheesh.

    My crotchety old bat status came this weekend when one of the men wasn’t going to remove his hat at the table. He eventually did without me having to remove it for him, though it seemed like quite a concept.

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