A Thanksgiving Confession

I have a confession to make.  It involves a certain turkey day coming up complete with all it's trimmings. Ok, so it is more like a few confessions when you add in all those trimmings.

1.  I hate. No, loathe pumpkin pie.  The color, the texture, the crust.  All of it.  Adding apple butter or a buttery-er (Yes, I know that is not a real word.)  doesn't help. Neither does a dash of nutmeg or a hint of cinnamon.  Dolloping on some whipped cream to complete the look just makes me want to cry. What a waste of good whipping cream.  Sure, go ahead and tell me that you have a "to-die for" recipe that will change my mind but it won't.  It might make me think more 'eh than meh' but that's about it.  It's not that I don't like that beautiful round and robust orange squash. I do!  Pumpkin soup, roasted seeds, dip, bread, muffins? I love 'em!  They are to die for.  Pumpkin pie?  Nope.  It's as if dessert were an afterthought and that to me, is just plain sad.

2. Stuffing.  Is. Disgusting.  Please don't make me even look at it, let alone eat it.  Dressing?  That is an entirely different animal all together. Think about it.  Even the name alone sounds better. Prettier. Stuh-uhff-ing.  Unh.  More like, ick.  Dressing!  It's all special and it probably has jazz hands.  It's way better.

3.  Green bean casserole is the devil's food.  Really.  It's a corporate abomination.  If it were not so ingrained into our little memory boxes that we call brains we wouldn't eat it.  Think about it- green beans with cream of mushroom soup from a can?  Gelatinous "soup" that we then sprinkle with fried scraps we try to tell ourselves is actually onion therefore maybe it's three veggies in one?  It's not.  It's sentimental slop served warm. 

Am I being harsh?  Am I ruining your Thanksgiving mo-jo?  That is honestly not my intention, I promise. I simply just can't take another year of smiling through all this food.  I can't look at it and then cram it into my pie-hole, while pretending I'm enjoying something that I am not.  When seconds are offered I'm relieved that this year I can say "Oh, no thank you! I'm in training for a 10k. I couldn't possibly eat another bite."

Original DC Metro Moms post.  Victoria, blogs daily about all that she is thankful for and more at The Mummy Chronicles and Mummy's Product Reviews.