Picking up a Frisch’s pumpkin pie. Watching the Macy’s Day Parade while family arrives. Making corned beef and cream cheese rolls. Smelling the turkey cook. Listening to the electric knife hit the carving plate. Hearing my grandmother comment that the gravy isn’t thick enough. Looking through the Black Friday ads and coming to the conclusion that there isn’t anything worth getting up at the butt crack of dawn to buy. Enjoying leftovers the next few days. Being thankful for those who are serving overseas who can’t be with their family as I recall being in their shoes.
My friend and I once talked about Thanksgiving memories, and we both mentioned the smell of the turkey cooking (takes me back immediately) and the look of the window as it starts to mist over because of the cold outside and the hot turkey cooking inside.