What can I really say about my Thanksgiving, or, Thanksgiving as it were because of my divorced parents. For the past seven years I have been present at a Thanksgiving dinner with my mother and step-father in Lexington, and a dinner with my father and step-mother outside Richmond. However, at both places there are two commonalities that have held true, the plethora of distant relatives that show up to accompany us, and the diverse, yet predictable variety of foods. As a whole, we live up to the romanticized Thanksgiving dinner for the most part. Maybe not all at one table, but in the same house, the same environment nonetheless. As for the food we gorge, it's everything you can think of when Thanksgiving comes to mind: Turkey, Ham (both city and country), Stuffing, Macaroni and Cheese, Chicken and Dumplings, Beans, Corns, Mashed Potatoes, and all the others.
A closely related tradition in my Lexington family is what occurs the day following Thanksgiving, Black Friday. Every year since they have been married, my mother and stepfather, usually with grandparents in tow, hit up the stores of Hamburg Pavillion in the hopes of finding the best deals, fast, and with the least amount of headache. I haven't been midnight shopping yet, but I would like to at least once, just to get the experience in mind.
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