When Ben was very young, just learning to speak, he created his own contraction to use when presented with any culinary choice. The word is “meach” and it means “some of each.” This year, our Thanksgiving holiday embodied the spirit of meach.
As usual, people began arriving late Wednesday afternoon. Ben and I made chicken parm, pasta, “seizure” salad, and garlic bread.
Chicken or turkey? Meach.
Once the plate is full, and Ben is seated with a fork in his hand, the window for a focused photo has closed.Charcuterie or mocktails? Meach.Selfie or mom takes a picture? Meach.Does cousin Abe play bass guitar for Carly Rae Jepsen or Phil’s vintage coronet? Meach.Sweet potato pie or root beer floats? Meach.Enjoying traditional time together or missing loved ones not with us? Meach.Resting up after the feast or playing Guesstures? Meach.Any guesses as to what he’s acting out?Did the male Guesstures team, “The Uptown Skunks” finally tie the female “Ms. Understood” team or did Aunt Mary audibly mouth “This is crazy”? Meach, but the extenuating circumstances are that Ben listens to “Call Me Maybe” so often that it’s hard not to just blurt out the line from time to time. Cinnamon rolls or overnight yeast waffles with creamed turkey? Meach. Cooking or dining out? Meach.
We hope that your Thanksgiving was also filled with as much meach as you could handle!
