This year, at nearly 33 years old, I made Thanksgiving dinner for the first time. It was a small crowd - just us and my brother on Thanksgiving Monday - but the feast was large: chicken, potatoes, dressing, gravy, asperagus, squash, corn on the cob, gravy and cranberry sauce. After the meal we did our usual Thanksgiving game in which we go around the table stating what we're thankful for and accompanying each item with a bite of something chocolate. D proclaimed her thankfulness for: her Snow White baby doll, her stuffed Shrek, and her uncle.
We're always at my parents' place for Thanksgiving but this year we stayed home (because we'll be visiting them at the end of October). Instead, my in-laws (hereafter known as Grandmaman and Grandpapa) were at our place from Saturday morning until Sunday evening. The weather was impeccable - sunny, breezy, 23 degrees - so we spent a lot of time outside.
On Saturday we had a special meal. It was D's first time trying meat fondue and she liked it, after she got over her initial fear regarding the fact that fondue necessitates there being a fire in the middle of the table. At first she thought the thinly-sliced beef was smoked salmon. We dipped shrimp too, which she loves. I asked her if she remembered eating chocolate fondue on another occasion but she couldn't recall it. Whenever she doesn't remember something we mention, she always says, "Was it when I was 2?" Two represents the nebulous pre-memory phase for her. Anyhow, I don't think she really understood what I meant by "chocolate fondue" because the next day she asked if we could eat "that meat that is chocolate." Took me a minute to figure out what she meant.
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