It's two days to Thanksgiving and all the talk around the table is about food. Not the food we're eating or the food we ate during the day, but the food we're going to eat in two more days.
Stuffing about stuffing.
Is the cornbread baked? Do we have the pecans and celery? What about the pies? Can we stuff the pies into the stuffing?
And so it goes.
I can't imagine the first Thanksgiving went like this. Did the Pilgrims fret about celery, pecans and stuffing, or were they more worried about getting through the month without starving?
I think the first Thanksgiving was much less prepared. More like a pot luck dinner or a dinner party than a grand event.
"Hey, Martha, I sort of invited a bunch of Iroquois on Thursday to share grits."
"What, Walter, I have nothing to wear! How could you? And grits? We can't serve our guests grits. Go get some yams or something."
Somehow I don't think Martha and Walter had "conjugal relations" that evening.