A Mournfull Thanksgiving (at least for me)

When I think Thanksgiving I think FOOD, FOOD AND MORE FOOD! Ofcourse before I think of the food I think of family and being thankful, but then I think of FOOD! This year was no different and I awaited the heaven of mashed potatoes and turkey with the anticipation of a little kid. When I woke up at 2am early Thursday morning with a terrible stomachache all I could think of was… NO FOOD FOR ME! Yes this thanksgiving, besides watching in amusement how the Italians of Staten Island took my boyfriend under their wings, was pretty crappy. I was feeling sorry for myself in the morning as my parents and Dhrumil ate homemade apple pancakes… I was a mournful being as I watched everyone dig into Turkey, stuffing and everything else. I cried to myself while they all set out to eat Tante June’s famous cheesecake…and I moaned in exile as I watched my dad gulp down a "snack" of salami, proccuitto and fresh mozzarella sandwich. Oh well… I always have Christmas dinner.