Out of all the holidays we celebrate here in the U.S.—both American and Mexican—I have to say Thanksgiving is one of the best for me. Sure, I love throwing carne asadas, discadas, and all those gatherings where we eat and laugh as a big family. But Thanksgiving? It hits different.
For me, it’s not even about the day itself. It’s the day after when it really sinks in. It’s not just the food or the tradition—it’s that wholesome feeling of being content. Ate good for days, still have pie and desserts waiting, and the house feels warm and cozy. It’s that rare moment where you can just sit back, dream about nothing and everything at the same time, and feel at peace.
Most family get-togethers end with the men getting drunk, and the next day is full of regrets—“I had fun,” “I’m still hurting,” or “What did I say that everyone’s acting weird?” But Thanksgiving? It’s different. It’s calm. It’s gratitude without the chaos. And that’s why it’s my favorite.
I hope you all enjoyed your birthday yesterday!! God damned turkeys!!
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