The holidays have always been a game of Russian Rullet for me. I love planning the meals and subtly decorating my home. Decorative candles are my favorite tool. Robust scents and glittery flickering lights set the tone for my holidays. I have never been a religious person so I keep away from the angels, crosses, and other religious connotations. The risk for me lies with my family. I know I'm not the only one who thinks this. Every year we begin with making plans in a pleasant and cooperative mood, but the issue is when we get to the dinner and we start talking. Everyone has their family dramas. I have spent the last few years of my life becoming the person who is always upfront and honest. If I have an issue with something, I say it. I don't bury it deep inside and let it fester. Of course there are times where discretion is mandatory and I acknowledge that. I look at the family holiday dinners as a truse time. No one has to surrender anything, just sit together and joke about the good times. Essentially remember why we are family. But I know that certain members of my family don't think that way. So whether or not my holidays are like those Hallmark commercials or a hellacious screaming match is determined by who is or is not willing to play nice.
So this morning I began my holiday season by baking a family staple, the brown bag apple pie. The carving of the apples and sprinkling of sugar, flour, and cinnamon is mesmerizing for me. Now my apartment smells like a warm homemade apple pie. Let the festivities begin!
To everyone, I wish you a Happy Thanksgiving. And good luck with your family encounters.
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