Sunday, November 22, 2015
Matchmaking on the Menu
From: Drizzled with Death
Series: The Sugar Grove Mysteries
I'm not sure how Thanksgiving at your house goes but mine always seems to bring out the matchmaking my family. Last year they were even more determined to snag a perfect man for me.
Standing in the dining room on Thanksgiving at about two o'clock, I could almost hear the old oak table groaning and gasping for air under the weight of Grandma's week's worth of work. I noticed with pleasure the maple cranberry sauce, the yeasted pumpkin rolls snuggled sown all cozy into a towel-lined bask, the steaming bowl of mashed sweet potatoes dressed up with butter and maple syrup.
What I was not at all pleased to see was a place card sitting dead center in the plat nearest me. My grandmother doesn't usually worry about place cased, saying people will pretty much sort themselves out in just the way she would have done anyway. This had to be my sister Celadon's doing. It was definitely her handwriting. I wouldn't have put it past my mother to be involved and I thought I could guess why.
I circled the table looking for my name. Sure enough, tucked into a corner, down at the end next to the place card with my name was one with Graham's. I picked his up and was looking for a new place to put it when he walked into the room carrying a plate of stuffed mushrooms. Evil. The whole family knew I couldn't resist a stuffed mushroom. They must have been betting on the messenger receiving credit of the message. I wan't going to fall for that but I was going to get a mushroom.
With a table that long, it can be difficult to get every dish passed in your direction unless you jump up on your seat and holler. I learned early on not to make that mistake a second time. No matter how cute she tells you she thinks you are, no one is allowed to stand on one of Grandma's dining room chairs hollering for more turkey like a drunken lord in a mead hall. Or so I've heard.
Readers, do you have any Thanksgiving favorites you look forward to each year? Does anyone in your family climb up onto a table to yell for seconds? Do you use place cards? Have you ever swapped someone's card when no one was looking?