There are three things that people pick up on the instant they walk into your home on Thanksgiving. They will be able to feel the human energy. They’ll smell the food. And they will see, instantly, the table.
I always love the soapy conflicts between somebody’s family of origin and their new family – ‘Do I have Thanksgiving at my husband’s parents’ house, or at my parents’ house?’
I love Thanksgiving. In Canada, we don’t really have a lot of history with Thanksgiving, and it’s a holiday devoted to food, and that warms the cockles of my being.
I’ve always had fond memories of cooking Thanksgiving.
It wasn’t the traditional cooking most people do. For me, as a young chef, Thanksgiving meant going to work in the kitchen at places like Gotham, JoJo and Jean-Georges.
What I love about Thanksgiving is that it’s purely about getting together with friends or family and enjoying food. It’s really for everybody, and it doesn’t matter where you’re from.
Even if you are vegetarian, you do want to have a stuffing for Thanksgiving. The stuffing is not so much about the vegetables, but it’s very unique to the season.
Under the new government of the Constitution, beginning in 1789, all of the peacetime measures were repeated: chaplains, prayers, memorials of Thanksgiving, the Northwest Ordinance, funding for the Christian education of Indians.
Berries have a lot of soluble fiber. That’s why they gel up when you’re making your Thanksgiving cranberry sauce, with the pectin.
Thanksgiving is America’s favorite holiday because it’s a time when we put aside our cares, much as the struggling Pilgrims did nearly four centuries ago, and eat a gut-busting meal without worrying about the ‘out years.’
My parents came from little, so they made a choice to give a lot: buying turkeys for homeless shelters at Thanksgiving, delivering meals to people in hospices, giving spare change to those asking for it.
Thanksgiving is the only day of the year when most of the stores here are closed during the day and reopen after midnight. Even restaurants shut down for the holiday, except for the fast-food chains.
We all have somebody that sits down at the Thanksgiving table and says the most outrageous things, and you’re doin’ the dishes with your sister, and you’re like, ‘Omigod, can you believe she said that?’
I think most people have that crazy uncle they sit at Thanksgiving dinner with: someone they disagree with politically but love them anyway.
You can’t have Thanksgiving and not just be like, ‘All right, where’s the football.’ It’s been branded very, very well. You can’t have one without the other at this point.
I was a public aid recipient for about nine years as a kid, and this time of year was always tough sledding, so I just committed myself to doing something good for someone at Thanksgiving, and especially Christmas.
I grew up in Boston, and we’d have every Thanksgiving at my parents’ house there.
I don’t like turkey. I mean, I do. But I don’t like it on Thanksgiving. I don’t need it. There are about 20 other dishes that get put on a table or a counter or that stay warming on the stove that I’d rather eat than turkey.
My mother very rarely skipped a Thanksgiving turkey. And yet, none of them ever tasted quite the same, landing somewhere on a sliding scale of succulence. She’d try new methods.
Christmas and Thanksgiving are the two days of the year where we know the spurs are going to stay off the boots because the family doesn’t have to work. It’s such a nice – and rare – treat!
I love Halloween. I love Thanksgiving. I love Christmas. I love New Year’s.
Every other year, I spend Thanksgiving in England with Dave Clark from the Dave Clark Five and a bunch of other people.
Thanksgiving is America’s favourite holiday, and a brilliant piece of personal as well as patriotic calendrical invention.
Never fly to the U.S. the day before Thanksgiving or the weekend after because every airport is guaranteed to be crammed to bursting with people in transit to, or from, their home town.
Thanksgiving is a big one for our family.
