Originally posted November 2012. Hope you all had a glorious long weekend!
Stuffing yourself on Thanksgiving: it’s all-American. I’d say it’s an all-American cliché. When the menu consists of butter-herb turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, cranberry sauce, green beans, and sweet potato casserole, portion control is frowned upon. It couldn’t have been much more traditional or delicious. Do we stop there? It’d be entirely unAmerican! Because there is nothing more American than apple pie. Oh boy was there pie: pumpkin, peanut butter, chocolate, eggnog cheesecake, and I had to sample each one, with whipped cream on top.
The waistband of my dress was a tight when I waddled out the door.
I awoke Friday morning and felt fat. Yeah… a total Girl Cliché! Instead of whining and feeling sorry for myself, I laced up shoes that don’t pinch my feet and set out on a five mile walk. I started at 42nd Street and made my way through the sea of shoppers on 5th Avenue, soon crossing to 6th Avenue where there was more room to breath. Salvation Army bell ringers, store front windows, decorations around buildings- Christmas was coming at me from all directions. It felt odd in the perfect fall weather- a sunny 55 degrees- to still see snowflakes of all shapes and sizes. Fall gets a horrendous truncation in my book. I hold on to summer until the very last moment of September 20th, a month later, it’s the day after Halloween and Starbucks is playing “Let It Snow”.
As Central Park came into view, I knew I’d come to the right place.
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