Thankful for lack of culinary skills
With Thanksgiving upon us I suppose it's a good time to think about holiday memories. Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. I don't care so much for the food, that part is overrated. I do enjoy the preparations, being with family, and the traditions of the season.
Perhaps I don't care much for the food part of the holiday because I don't like to cook. I can do it. But there are so many other things I'd rather be doing — like digging ditches, bucking bales, or washing windows.
This aversion to cooking may stem from an early Thanksgiving memory we now call the "annual burning of the bread." That tradition came from a near catastrophe of trying to dry bread in the microwave for stuffing. At least we found out the smoke alarms were in working condition.
No Thanksgiving column would be complete without the list of things for which I am thankful. The list is long and probably isn't much different than anyone else's — family, health, happiness. However, there are a few things that must be mentioned:
I'm grateful for Daughter #1 and the Younger One for putting up with their mother, the fledgling columnist. They are the light of my life and without them and their father my days would be dark and dreary.
I'm thankful for co-workers whom I consider friends. I'm thankful they are a dedicated and enthusiastic staff that is proud of the product we provide.
And last but not least, I'm grateful that my dad and sister are the cooks in the family. That lets me off the hook during the holidays and that's something for which everyone else is thankful.
— DONNA BERNHARDT
