The craft Emmys are kind of the kids’ table at Thanksgiving. You’re not really invited to the big dance. It’s still really, really exciting, and the statue still counts.
I think I’m going to give my baby her first food on Thanksgiving, make her some organic sweet potato. I’m very excited! It’s going to be a big day and my husband is in charge of the turkey – he’s the chef of the family!
I love Halloween, trick or treating and decorating the house. And I love Thanksgiving, because of the football and the fall weather. And of course, I love Christmas – that’s my favorite of all!
As a kid, I was always mad – just noticing the women at Thanksgiving, running around the kitchen, while the men were watching football. For one, I don’t want to cook, and for two, I hate football. I was stuck in the middle.
I’m a big cook and prefer to make meals at home when I can. I’m either cooking, or we’re going to a drive-through somewhere. I’m really proud of my homemade sweet potato pie. At Thanksgiving I make five of them because they go quick.
I’m vegetarian, but I love Thanksgiving dinner: faux turkey, stuffing and mashed potatoes.
In many ways, September feels like the busiest time of the year: The kids go back to school, work piles up after the summer’s dog days, and Thanksgiving is suddenly upon us.
In deference to American traditions, my family put our oven to rare use at Thanksgiving during my childhood, with odd roast-turkey experiments involving sticky-rice stuffing or newfangled basting techniques that we read about in magazines.
I make a fabulous tofurkey for Thanksgiving. My Mexican-Italian family can’t tell the difference.
Holiday binge-buying has deep roots in American culture: department stores have been associating turkey gluttony with its spending equivalent since they began sponsoring Thanksgiving Day parades in the early 20th century.
I love Thanksgiving because it’s a holiday that is centered around food and family, two things that are of utmost importance to me.
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite American traditions. I quickly picked it up when I moved to the U.S. from Sweden.
Thanksgiving is probably my favorite holiday – it’s a day that’s American to the core and it’s a day that’s all about what and how we eat.
There was a time, in the not so distant past, that if you didn’t have what you needed on Thanksgiving, you were pretty much going to have to wait until Friday. Not anymore!
Thanksgiving, our eminent moral holiday, doesn’t have much for children. At its heart are conversation, food, drink, and fellowship – all perks of adulthood.
Thanksgiving was always a favorite holiday for me. The preparation was fun! My grandma and I would walk to the butcher on Jamaica Avenue in Queens, order the bird, and buy all the fixings at the market.
I’d love to give my girls a traditional Thanksgiving with turkey and all that jazz, but we’ve raised them to love Tuscan food so much that they don’t care for it. My favorite is a nice polenta with beef stew and broccoli rabe on the side.
It’s a bit of a sore spot, the Thanksgiving in Indian country.
I would love four children because I have a very small family, so I want those big Thanksgiving dinners.
I’m not from the States, so Thanksgiving, for me, was never a huge tradition.
At Thanksgiving, I always start at the top of my list and say I’m grateful for friends, family, and good health. Then I get more superficial… like being thankful for my Louboutins.
North Carolina was where you could have Thanksgiving and feel like it was Thanksgiving.
Shopmas now begins on Thanksgiving Day. Apparently, escaping the families you cannot stand to spend another minute with on Thanksgiving Day to go buy them gifts is how some Americans show their affection for one another. Weird.
The more I come to recognize my story’s place in God’s grander Story, my once-bewildered questions are turning to psalms of thanksgiving at the wonder that I have been included in what He is doing.
I’m not a big turkey fan, but my husband loves it. Thanksgiving is his favorite meal.
