Turkey or Tacos

In previous years, when I was alone, I tended to celebrate my Thanksgivings one of two ways. One way is I'd find a restaurant that was serving a nice roast turkey dinner. A couple years ago I went to Hill's Cafe and had a great Thanksgiving buffet. I bet Hoover's and Threadgill's put on damn fine Thanksgiving spreads.

Other years, I'd grab a bag of tacos from Taco Bell and have a quiet day hanging out with the cat. My family thought it was pitiful that I would eat tacos alone for Thanksgiving. I actually quite enjoyed it. It seemed like an edgy, unorthodox way to celebrate the day.

I'd told my girlfriend about these two traditions earlier in the week. She thought they were great. We never really made a firm plan for the day, but I could tell she leaned towards the turkey dinner idea.

We spent Thanksgiving morning puttering around the house. Early afternoon, we both started getting hungry and decided to go to Hill's for turkey. It was a nice dinner. The cook stopped by our table during dessert to see how we liked the bread pudding. We paid our compliments. She saw my sparkling clean dinner plate and was taken aback. I'd used the delicious homemade rolls to sop away all the gravy and drippings, leaving a plate that looked nearly like it came out of the dishwasher. She was sad at the way people would pile up at the buffet, and leave large uneaten amounts behind to waste.

We came home and watched a DVD (Drunken Master). We puttered around the house some more. By mid-evening the turkey stupor was wearing off and we were getting hungry again. We went for a walk around the neighborhood and ended up at the nearby Jim's Restaurant. We both had breakfast tacos, served with a surprisingly tasty salsa. The waitress explained it's because the restaurant has it made up fresh, to their own recipe.

So, our first Thanksgiving alone was nice. Turns out, you don't always have to make a choice between turkey or tacos. Sometimes you can have both.