I am tired of Thanksgiving.
In the past two days, I have had not one, not two, but three Thanksgiving meals.
I do not like cranberries. I do not like yams, or sweet potatoes, or mashed potatoes, or beets. I do not particularly like turkey. Stuffing is alright.
I do not like a tradition of overeating and obesity, of being guilted into eating, of making more food than you require and eating the same leftovers for a month.
I do not like having to drive long distances to eat food I don’t particularly like. I do not like watching football.
Next year, let’s just have a nice meal at a restaurant. No prep, no cleanup, and everyone can eat whatever they want. And there won’t be much of a crowd.