Eat once, then destroy Thanksgiving, the holiday in which we celebrate our coming to the New World and the submission of the "heathen natives". A charming concept that we've turned into an annual event of gluttenous behaviour. We make a Turkey and large volumes of food to share with friends and family. For some, it's the time of year to antagonize family members you may have a grudge against, for say, pinching you when you were 10 and now your a sad pathetic wretch because of this far gone episode and must have familial witnesses for your revenge. For others it's a day to kick back and relax, watch the tube and eat till you explode. Some people travel miles to experience the family meal, and the coziness of "HOME". For me, I enjoy the whole of the day, spending time with family, torturing my sister, playing with the nieces and nephew, tis good fun. The worst part of Thanksgiving is the fact I have to be up at 5 am the next day to deal with the shopping fools with little pieces of paper in hand and demanding you wait on them hand and foot; "Can you help me? I don't have time to look or think for myself." I whince and respond..."It's what I live for". Happy Thanksgiving! ;)