My Thanksgiving at Tomasek’s
As a tradition celebrated throughout the United States, the feast of Thanksgiving holds a special place in the hearts of every proud American. My family, who are mostly Europeans of Polish origin, are very grateful for the day of getting together and honoring a centuries old feast. And because of their gratitude, and those of many others, the mood on this day always seems perfect.
For me, Thanksgiving begins later in the day when I’m going to my car for the drive over to my Uncle Ted Tomasek, for an enormous home cooked dinner.
It is at this moment when a renewed longing for a truly classic holiday enters my heart. Before leaving the house, I notice that lined up and down my street are parked unfamiliar cars from out of town, and relatives standing at their family’s doorstep dressed in their Sunday’s best. As a husband or wife open the door for their kin, waiting with hugs and kisses, you can almost catch the scent of home cooked turkeys filtering in the air.