Even though it's been a few days since I've posted anything - and we've had a whole holiday and an Aggie win in between - I still logged onto my computer this morning wondering what in the world I was going to write about.
Then, I saw it. The ad. My BlogHer ad this morning has a tagline that literally made me laugh out loud.
"Creating new traditions is the best part of the holidays."
Really? Now, I'm pretty conservative scientifically but now I'm trying to figure out what kind of wacky alternate universe these people are living in where "new traditions" are being created.
Clearly, not mine.
The whole POINT of a tradition is the fact that you can sink into it like a warm bath. You know what to expect. You can COUNT ON IT. Changing them - or trying to come up with new ones every year totally defeats the purpose. Finding a new broccoli rice recipe every year? Or sweet potato recipe? The madness! The pressure! What if it BOMBS? Just imagining the utter humiliation is more than I can take.
Now, I'm not saying I don't have a little fun with the traditions. I've told you before that I sometimes threaten to mix it up with the sweet potatoes and substitute Splenda instead of sugar just to get a rise out of my sister-in-law. But I would never actually DO IT! I will throw a new pie in the mix every once in a while for fun just because I'm nutty that way. But, in the end, I love knowing what to expect. We may change locations. We may circle around the table with more or less people each year but when we sit down, a few things never change and I like it that way.
By Thanksgiving day, I had totally lost my voice so my brother and I texted Happy Thanksgiving to each other. And, to my ultimate comfort, he still found a way to be snarky even though we weren't actually talking.
He also sent me this picture.
One of the things my mom always made for Thanksgiving was this Dill Bread. It's fabulous and smells delicious and makes the best leftover turkey sandwiches with cranberry sauce you've ever had in your life. Ever.
I haven't had the recipe until now and it's become very clear to me that my mother liked my brother best because he has it and it's all in her handwriting and stuff meaning she wrote it out for him years ago. Without a computer. She probably signed it, "you're my favorite".
For sure, this will be added to our Thanksgiving next year, even if I'm the only one who eats it. Except Trey will eat it because he'll love it. Or he'll pretend he does so he won't hurt my feelings.
It won't actually be a new tradition but an old one introduced. And that can be some of the very best part of the holidays.