Thanksgiving is an RPG

I reveled in their proclamations “Eh eh?!” My mother knows I just alley-ooped her when I came down with the stairs with a platter. Eight apple roses, fresh from the oven, one for each guest. The looks started when I presented my family apple roses for Mother’s Day dinner. A flashy, light, dessert with beams of red, and a scent that lit up the room. Cardamom, cinnamon, nutmeg, the aunties went wild. If you want to be in the Thanksgiving line up, you gotta make your goals clear. Because if you were not invited to the “entrees and sides” committee meeting, take your seat as the audience. Don’t step foot in that kitchen during thanksgiving if you’re not part of the support team. The Thanksgiving meeting is a sanctified chaos. The Thanksgiving meeting is where Black families lay the groundwork for the star-studded food lineup.  Bring out the Starting Lineup First, we have the specialists; those are the aunties designated to the potato salad, or the person designated one dish and it’s the same dish each year. The heavy hitters, those that handle the entrees and can serve as back up on the sides if there aren’t enough reinforcements from the specialists. The ranged fighters; those on desserts. They aren’t appreciated as much as they should be, but their sacrifices are well documented by the children. And finally, we have the healers, the blessed ones on the drinks. A couple sips rejuvenates the crowd for seconds. Not every thanksgiving committee got a healer. Sometimes the…