Celebrating Thanksgiving, as a significant holiday for me, honestly only happened a handful of years ago. I grew up in Canada, and although the holiday also occurs on the calendar – albeit 6 weeks earlier – it never really felt as momentous. But living in the U.S. changed my impression of Thanksgiving.
Ligeia and I worked hard to create our own traditions. And I cherished them. I spent years tweaking recipes over the past five years to create the perfect spread of vegan dishes. Last year, I was proud of all the food that I cooked, and was happy to have people close to me to share it with.
Earlier this year, during the summer, I wondered whether I would have the same opportunity for this Thanksgiving.
I added this Memory List item as a “potential” memory: one that I felt was unlikely, but oh how nice it would be if it happened. Back when I compiled my list, I didn’t know if Ligeia would still be a friend in my life. I didn’t really have any other close friends, who’d be up to eating a vegan Thanksgiving. Given the pandemic, I had no idea what the holiday would even look like.
The past few months have been hard. Some of the hardest of my life. But, I’m happy to report that I’m starting to feel better. I’m feeling more like myself, as I discover who I am. I’m more easily able to feel grateful.
And this Thanksgiving, especially, I was extremely thankful to have been able to cook a feast for friends. I was in charge of making the stuffed seitan roast, mushroom gravy, mac & cheese, and a sweet potato pie. We made the meal a potluck, so other dishes included mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, chilaquiles, and an apple pie.
It was definitely a feast. Memory made.