I hate cranberry sauce. Meh re: turkey.
I don't like the pecans in pecan pie. (Why can't it just be a pie with carmelized brown gooey stuff?)
Green beans and peas--two thumbs down.
Gravy is gross.
I wish someone would make stuffing without any mushrooms.
I merely tolerate mashed potatoes; I fill up on dinner rolls.
And yet this year I am thankful for it all, for my family big and small, my friends. For my job and autumn leaves, giraffe socks, words like chickpea and saucy, lassitude, inky, thistle and frock. I am thankful for nutella and The Real Housewives of Everywhere, the smell of privet, tangerines, naked ladies (the flowering bulb), the sounds of tennis, Blackbird, for humor, for you. Thank you Great Big World of the Absurd and Beyond, how I do love you. (I am also exceedingly thankful the following has not yet happened to me:
Happy Happy Everyone.