Dinner for Twenty Two

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.

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You wonder why you torture yourself with the annual Thanksgiving dinner. It’s the same every year. Send out a distribution list to fifty like minded individuals and prepare yourself for the onslaught of replies. Limit the number of attendees to the first twenty that respond (always leaving room for a few extra exceptions for your “special friends” that didn’t make the deadline). You know from experience that fifteen of those people will volunteer to bring their favorite dishes which in all honesty not everyone likes. You will spend the next two weeks in a continuing state of anxiety. For what?



  1. A complicated “Thanks Giving” dinner indeed! Dishes are not appreciated by all guests. Host in a state of anxiety. The whole event has turned into a ritual without much Thanks being Given to whom it is due.

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  2. Almost like the invasion of the inlaws… only they come uninvited and take over, leaving you a shadow on the wall fit only to clean up after them.

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  3. How incredibly sad. That’s certainly not descriptive of our Thanksgiving! Of course, we don’t invite so many–it’s usually just family–but we always have a table full of happy people, who have contributed food we all enjoy. I love Thanksgiving because I’ve learned, over the years, not to put the cooking off to the last minute. Terry helps me with the turkey; I make a family favorite jello salad; others bring most of the rest of the food. We are thankful to have a day off to relax, be together, play games, and sometimes put up the Christmas tree. Our Thanksgivings are joyful.

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