Everyone knows that the holiday season is the time of year that we wish maternity pants were made for people without child. I am actually surprised that no one has invented holiternity pants yet. I might do that next year. No one steal my idea.
Last weekend, I spent Thanksgiving with my family in Michigan, as I do every year. I don’t go back to my hometown much, but every time I do, I find myself constantly feeling that the more things change, the more they stay the same. For as long as I can remember, the Thanksgiving menu and every holiday menu for that matter, have been the same in my family. I guess you could say we are creatures of habit and we rarely stray from our old staple menu items.
I ended the weekend with a Hanukkah party at my best friend’s parents’ house. I consider this family as close as my own and enjoyed looking and feeling six months pregnant on my drive back to the city. My pant invention would have been completely appropriate for this event. This spread was equally impressive and in fact, I prefer a deli tray and chips over stuffing any day.