"Ode to Thanksgiving"

 "Ode to Thanksgiving"

Greg Budig 2020

The November cold is 

held at bay inside 

these cozy plaster walls. 

Morning comes early

as preparations begin. 

In the predawn darkness 

the kitchen lights are 

all turned on. 

Necks and gizzards 

slowly simmer. Their 

flavors deepen as they 

bubble on the stove.

Aromatics stewed on 

the small back burner.  

Scenting the house 

with onions and sage. 

Comforting smells. 

Familiar and warm.

A connection of 

memory and time.

Of onion, garlic, 

butter and celery.

The rich smell of roast 

turkey fills the air. 

Sturdy pots and pans

well worn in service. 

Speckled roasters and

casseroles handed 

down through time. 

Vegetables roasting on 

foil lined sheet pans. 

Brussels sprouts, carrots 

butter and thyme. 

Windows have steamed.

The potatoes are boiling.

Soon to be mashed with

butter and cream. 

Fresh stock has been 

used in the dressing and

gravy.  The pumpkin pies 

wait until late afternoon.

Such are the traditions 

of preparing the banquet. 

The tasting and seasoning 

with a little touch of wine.

Of chopping and mincing 

and basting and stirring. 

Of sharing with family 

on Thanksgiving day. 

The End