感恩的心
卷首語
作者：by Jesse Hunter
Let me just start off by stating， for the record， that Thanksgiving is， far and away， my absolute favorite holiday. Last year， I got to bring my wife to America for her very first Thanksgiving and， by all accounts， I’d say she had a blast. She compared it to having a family reunion at Chinese New Year， where the locale matters far less than the feast and those attending.
I mean， growing up， not every thanksgiving went so swimmingly for my family. A sudden gathering of people who don’t normally spend time together during the year is bound to cause some dysfunction and dissention in the ranks. There is often a power struggle between generations over what food would and should be served.
My mother often points to two such instances； my grandma’s famous “Jews don’t eat gravy” speech， and the time my mom’s delicious homemade cranberry sauce was rebuffed in favor of the jellied canned kind. But for me， even those tenuous times seem laughable now， like memorable patches in the quilt work of thanksgivings past.
One thanksgiving， I remember our Upper West Side apartment was filled with strangers， after my mom posted flyers inviting colleagues to a pot-luck at our place， for those with no place to go. Well， in our first featured article， There’s Always Room at His Table， Scott Macaulay has the same idea， but on a much larger scale. Next， Why I Dreaded Thanksgiving More than the Turkey Did shows how stressful the holiday can be when you have multiple food allergies to deal with. And， while Joyce Wadler’s Bad Thanksgiving may have felt like rock bottom， surviving cancer certainly lifted her sprits for the following one.