As a family, here at the Stud farm we don’t have many traditions over the holidays. I’ve always asked the boys what one thing they wanted to have for Thanksgiving dinner. When they were younger it was an easy task, the most asked for thing was homemade macaroni and cheese. As adults though, the list is different every holiday.
For Thanksgiving this year, our menu had 3 kinds of potatoes, plus the inevitable macaroni and cheese, along with a few other casserole type dishes, as well as 3 different kinds of pie.
One thing that hasn’t changed over the years is the request for monkey bread for breakfast. Whether they plan on eating breakfast here that day or not, they always ask for monkey bread. I made it for breakfast this morning, with just Stud, Son3 and myself eating. Son2 arrived in the afternoon, and the first thing he did was heat up a plate full of the bread. By the time Son4 and Youngest got home from work, their were just dredges of the sweet dish left, and I hear the moaning about missing it because of work.
I know that in years to come, there will be times when one or more of the boys won’t be able to make it. This year we were blessed to have all 5 boys, DIL and Son4’s girlfriend with us, along with Dad. We realize it will probably be our last Thanksgiving with Dad, and might possibly be the last holiday period with him. We took pictures, laughed, ate, and just enjoyed being with one another. No special games, no crafting, nothing but just family together, enjoying themselves.
I loved every second of it. It’s my favorite tradition of all.