Vegan MoFo Day 4. Thanksgiving is coming at us right quick here in Canada-ville. It’s a time for getting together with friends and family and cooking an excessive amount of food. So excessive , in fact, that leftovers often end up in the trash even though we eat ourselves stupid, foreheads glistening with the sweat of our toil. The meaning of the holiday? As much as I can figure, it is to just really rub our beautiful opulence in the faces of those less fortunate than us. You know, make it blatantly obvious, just as it is starting to get REALLY cold, that we know how good we have it. At least that is what is about in my family.
Of course I am both jaded and joking. I’m not ACTUALLY related to ol’saturated pits up there and my real family is actually quite full of grace, both congenially timid and reasonably arid at every holiday mealtime. Sometimes holidays just get me down. I had an exceptionally stress-free childhood and, as an adult, I have an incredible respect for what grown-ups accomplish at every “most wonderful time of the year.” Really, I DO just want to be happy and thankful at Thanksgiving. But, in reality, we have to over-extend, under-nap and over-eat. But vegans kind of get a pass at that last one. Which brings me to the point of this post: Vegans at Thanksgiving.
Clearly, vegans do not care for the main draw of Thanksgiving: the ritual culling of pretty fricking amazing beings (I don’t want to link to the PETA article I found about turkeys soley because I am in an immense hurry and it was the first one that popped up and, also, I am not ridonkulous like PETA and I have been writing for over 14.4 hours at this point today, but, PLEASE, trust me, turkeys are freaking S.M.R.T.) But, the hidden horror for society-friendly vegans is actually…dun-dun-dun–the fear of rejection.
For those who choose to eat ethically rather than traditionally, every occasion feels like you are the sore thumb. “Here’s some cookies, but I know you won’t eat them.” “Oh! I know you won’t like this, but look how juicy the [insert juicy thing here] is.” “I guess you won’t let the kids have these, but…” Traditions are traditions because we repeat them time and time again. I respect that! That’s why I keep bringing animal-free main-dishes to every occasion. I want people other than my fiercely supportive parents and grandparents (I remember when you ate 18-year-old-me’s Minute Rice Sushi, Nana and Papa!) to try yummy good food. So I will just keep on bringing tasty, animal free treats and one day, maybe we’ll blend in as a zany side.
What’s your favourite thing to bring to an omni potluck? The most tantalizing prospect may get a prize…