Being a full-time student, I highly appreciated the long weekend. Throw two thanksgiving dinners in there and I was one of the most content men in the Lower Mainland for the past three days.
Yes, I said TWO thanksgiving dinners. I repeat that only because over the past few days I’ve received a variety of responses once I told friends and others alike about my plans for the turkey-oriented holiday. Responses like, “Why two? Are your parents divorced?” and “They don’t just have one big gathering?” I can see why people would feel the need to ask those questions. So let me explain this little system my family’s got going.
It’s true that both my mom and dad’s sides of the family enjoy each other’s company. It’s not like they don’t get along. We’ve celebrated holidays as a collective before -christmases, birthday, etc. But when you throw in two relatively large-sized families together with different ideas regarding cuisine, past-times and stories, the mere thought of having a big family bash can be exhausting, let alone following through with the plan.
My dad’s side of the family hails from Trinidad, a humble island down in the Caribbean. If you’re even the slightest bit of familiar with a Trini, you know they’re a lively bunch! Laughter, “liming”, and the food! It can get rather spicy in the kitchen.
My mom’s side of the family is from Venice, Italy. They’re more of a refined group. But with that being said, they can still bring the noise! The wine, the dishes, the games! It’s a good time with them.
It’s not that both sides of my family don’t get along. It’s just that when it comes down to it, they really are two different groups of people, coming from two VERY different parts of the world. They join together in harmony every now and then, but when all is said and done, holidays really are more of a success when we separate the Marconatos from the Marshall’s.
And hey, that just means your boy gets to eat twice that weekend! We all win in the end.