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By the Stony Brook Independent Staff
The holiday season has begun. The next few weeks are all about spreading joy and peace on earth or unadulterated gluttony and consumerism depending on how you slice it, but it all has to start somewhere. Thanksgiving is either a celebration of everything we are thankful for or a celebration of how we “settled” a land that was already occupied. Join us, see what we thought of Grandma’s stuffing and whether the writers of the Independent are full of holiday spirit or trying desperately to get full of spirits.
Jennifer Corr, Contributing writer
My Thanksgiving was a day for the books. It started off tiredly, since I got no more than five hours of sleep because of my Netflix addiction. I had promised myself that I would go to the gym, since I had been planning to stuff food in my face for the next 12 hours. So I got ready and headed out. As you can imagine, the gym was packed with people trying to get their workout on before they chowed down on some delicious turkey and apple pie. When I got home, my family and I continued our tradition of watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade on tv and eating some zucchini bread that our lovely neighbor makes for the neighborhood every Thanksgiving. We then continued to eat some pita chips and hummus as my mom, and I prepared cornbread stuffing for later on.
After getting ready, we headed to my aunt and uncle’s house. Not only are my aunt and uncle wonderful people, they also have two dogs. Just when you think it cannot get even better, it can. My cousin and his wife brought their dog too. I mean, c’mon. How can you get better than that?
The food was delightful. We had a fresh turkey from Butterball (I did not get to try it because I am a pescatarian), mouthwatering mashed potatoes, corn, decadent sweet potatoes, classic green bean casserole, cheesy cauliflower, yummy cornbread stuffing, delicious biscuits, sweet cranberry sauce and, of course, applesauce. All I can say is, we all went for seconds.
Desert came not too long after, as grandma does not like to hold out on her desert. Along with being thankful for all the things we have on this holiday, we were also thankful for two birthdays in the family. My mom had bought a delicious chocolate cake. We sang birthday and had cut all the pies and cakes that everyone brought. There were so many choices. We had the chocolate cake, pumpkin pie, apple pie, pecan pie and to top it off, we had vanilla ice cream.
Later on, Thanksgiving dinner came to a close. Yet, everyone there knew that this was one for the books.
Hunter Frederick, News editor
Giovanni Ortiz, Blogs/Multimedia editor
Late Thanksgiving morning was met by the scents of a seasoned turkey cooking in the oven. Having helped cook the stuffing, baked macaroni and cheese and potato salad, I was ready to eat by 4 p.m. When my aunt and her family finally arrived, we had foamed at the mouth out of starvation. After a twenty minute greeting and settling in, it was time. The cheesiest and most perfect of baked macaronies had finally sat on my plate. So much food had been made, I had to wait until the next day to eat some of it. That meal was basically the best meal I had eaten since last Thanksgiving.
I do admit, the only reason I like Thanksgiving is because my mom cooks more than she does on a normal day. It is almost as if her cooking energy is being restored between each Thanksgiving. Honestly, I am not even mad. It works for her. Every Thanksgiving my mom has presented the best, moistest (cringe word, I know) turkey. That is a skill that not many Thanksgiving cookers have. It is to be appreciated.
The best part of Thanksgiving, aside from the food, was getting to enjoy the company of the family I do not see every day. My five younger cousins (the oldest is 11 years old) did annoy the crap out of everyone, but that is part of the fun. I loved seeing my family have a loud drunken conversation full of sly jokes and backhanded compliments.
Nick Spennato, Reviews editor
Okay, the first thing to note is where Thanksgiving is being held. My grandma’s house is divided into two levels, my aunt and uncle upstairs and my grandmother downstairs. While Thanksgiving is going on upstairs, the downstairs is left pretty much to my grandma and whoever is helping her cook, my hard-of-hearing grandfather, four birds (One canary and three zebra finches), and yours truly. Do not misunderstand, I enjoy spending time with my family, but we are talking about a six-hour event here. I do not want to spend six consecutive hours with anyone, so having an area to retreat to and decompress was a definite bonus.
Food and dessert were excellent, as there is enough amateur cooking talent in that house to start a bistro. Star players were my grandma’s homemade stuffing and my not-really-anything-to-me-but-I-consider-him-an-uncle’s mashed potatoes, which flank what I consider the least interesting of the roasted meats.
The conversations that I was apart of ranged from talking about anime with my cousin to talking about guns and whether or not to control them with my not uncle, both of which were pleasant. My after meal walk was cold and wonderful, though I did get locked out of the house, which was more cold and less wonderful. I came away from the evening with a full stomach and some cash money from a birthday I had since forgotten about, which, to me, is about as well a day can go.