It was a different view of the Thanksgiving table this year. This past summer I discovered that a number of food intolerances were causing my almost constant feeling of being sick. Which meant that gluten, dairy, cocoa, pork, beef and yeast were taken out of my diet completely. If you know anything about these ingredient you took one glance and realized that 80% of a Thanksgiving dinner is on that list.
I went to my sister’s house prepared with my own turkey, potatoes and gravy. Fortunately for me wine is not on that list so I figured I was all set. There are traditions that I never knew I would miss. Crafting your plate so that the wrong foods don’t touch each other, trying to get the perfect meat, potato and bread combination. My Mom’s fresh home made cinnamon rolls, pound cake, pumpkin pie.
Then I looked around the table. Only one sister was missing this year. I was holding my 2 week old nephew in my arms. My son happily talked to his aunts and my husband was right there beside me. The food is not the tradition. The time spent with people I love is the tradition.
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