Thanksgiving, a time of family, friendship, gratefulness, homecoming, and of course the dreaded food. Turkey, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, homemade rolls, stuffing (who even knows what that consists of), pies, ham, and let’s not forget the absurd amount of casseroles provided to feast on this very day. 

Gathering in my grandma’s home mostly all of us wait in anticipation to start loading the plates full of food. They all lick their lips, drool practically slips out of my aunt’s mouth, and my dad has this look of love in his eyes, and no he is not looking at his kids or his wife, he is staring at the turkey. All but one is entranced by the cuisine, and that happens to be… yours truly. The meat, blah, the stuffing, who knows what’s in it, the thousands of casserole dishes, it’s just a no for me, cranberry sauce, too tart, pies, not really my favorite. All these foods and the only platter I am interested in partaking in is the rolls.

 If a main part of Thanksgiving is food then why not include foods for everyone? Where are the plain buttered noodles, the french fries, or the chicken nuggets, and let’s not forget about the classic peanut butter and jelly.

 Thanksgiving should be a holiday for everyone, including those who were not blessed with a diverse palate. In all retrospect, Thanksgiving shouldn’t even be about the food. The first Thanksgiving occurred because the pilgrims as well as the Indians wanted to gather together and give thanks after a long period of drought. It was not about indulging in food; it was about everyone coming together, enjoying their company, and giving appreciation. Sometimes we need to remember the true purpose of Thanksgiving, but let’s still consider the picky eaters when planning the menu.