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picnic spotThe first meal eaten on the moon was turkey.

It didn’t come with with mounds of fluffy mashed potatoes, sunny butter skimming plateward in trails, sweet potatoes with tanned marshmallows, or stuffing with spicy sausage. It was vacuum-sealed. As the astronauts ate their turkey, they probably thought about the buttons they needed to push, the job they had to do. They thought of their families. Their country. Their legacy. But not their turkey.

When you eat a turkey dinner, usually it is in celebration or commemoration. Few people indulge in a full-blown feast of roast turkey and all the trimmings on random Tuesday nights when the kids have math homework and the sticky baby needs a bath. As Neil, Michael, and Buzz zipped open their food packs, perhaps they joked it wasn’t quite how mother used to make it. Maybe one of them quipped that it wasn’t too far off. Nervous laughter.

They didn’t have time to reflect. The precision required and the demands of their mission left little room for mistakes. They knew nearly the entire teeming Earth above was holding collective breath, waiting for the rush only a giant leap provides.

Did anyone on July 20th, 1969 consider how extraordinary it was that three men had just eaten turkey on the moon? I know people understood the significance of the moment. But was it even reported they ate a turkey dinner before they stepped out of the landing module? Turkey is an ugly bird, native of North America. Fat, clumsy, trotting, unglorious. Yet it is the chosen provider and official poultry of Thanksgiving and other important holidays and holy days. The unbecoming, the last picked for the team, the most-likely-to-fail-miserably-bird fueled Pilgrims, native American friends, and space explorers.

A turkey will cook in my oven tomorrow. I don’t have to make a giant leap or wear a shiny helmet. But I will look around and know I am blessed to share one thing in common with the Apollo 11 crew. We ate our turkey on the Sea of Tranquility, a destined landing spot and perfect place for a view of God’s creation.

Snoopy style

On Thanksgiving day, at about 11 am, our family celebrates Snoopy Thanksgiving. We have done this for several years, and I knew it was officially a tradition when our daughter announced at dinner when she has kids, they will celebrate Snoopy Thanksgiving too. snoopy style
The origins of Snoopy Thanksgiving are simple and born out of necessity. The inspiration is the classic Thanksgiving special “A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving.” Peppermint Patty, Marcy, and Franklin invite themselves to Charlie Brown’s house for Thanksgiving. Only a truly panicked person would enlist his dog to cook a feast. Nobody has ever accused Charlie Brown of being the epitome of cool capability, so it is no surprise that Snoopy willingly steps in and helps. Snoopy is like that.

While turkey and pumpkin pie cook back at the dog house, a chef’s-hat-wearing Snoopy toasts toast, pops popcorn, pretzes the pretzels, and finds Mrs. Brown’s secret stash of jelly beans. He puts together a meal for the kids, sets up the ping pong table in the yard, battles a vicious lawn chair, decorates the table using gravity and a good arm, and digs in after Linus gives a speech written by the ghost of Abraham Lincoln. Yum.

Peppermint Patty, forgetting her manners and her sensible shoes (Birkenstocks in November, no socks?), decides to verbally thrash Snoopy’s Thanksgiving. Mindful Marcy sets her straight, of course, and everyone piles into the Brown family station wagon for a trip to the matriarch’s condo for a real meal. They sing.

Snoopy and Woodstock, dressed as crisp, prim pilgrims, eat a feast the moment the car is out of sight. Snoopy’s a scamp, a hold-out (and a heck of a pilot/novelist/lawyer/hockey player/dog), but that isn’t the point. He teaches a lesson to the kids: it doesn’t matter what you eat on Thanksgiving, as long as your heart is grateful for what is on your plate.

Our tradition is to serve pretzels, popcorn, jelly beans, and buttered toast a la Chef Snoopy to the kids mid-morning on Thanksgiving Day. While eating, they watch the Peanuts DVD. It’s a great way to tide their tummies over to the real feast, usually served around 2pm. They also love to help prepare Snoopy Thanksgiving. It’s hard for preschoolers to help baste a turkey, but they can butter toast and put jellybeans in a bowl. It is very kid-controlled and they take great pride in their preparations. They are involved in the day, while learning the importance of family and cultural tradition.

Pilgrims weren’t as prim as we imagine. I think they would smile and approve of a three-year-old thanking God for the green jelly beans and for the miracle that is popcorn.

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Firelight will not let you read fine stories but it’s warm and you won’t see the dust on the floor. ~Irish Proverb