Thankful by Megan Crane

I love Thanksgiving.

I love the scrabble for strange foodstuffs in the supermarkets, the showdowns over french fried onions and green beans and everyone's differing take on the right recipe, the necessity of pumpkin pie.

I love sitting down at a table practically groaning from the weight to eat casseroles and stuffings and turkey and ham and whatever else people bring. It's never salad. It is always their grandmother's famed souffle involving heavy cream and a side of lard. Bring it on.

This year I am thankful for many things. Health, family, friends and loved ones, of course. But also the fact that I am not hosting Thanksgiving, and can thus swan into my friend's house with my assorted casseroles as it suits me. The fact that we decided not to travel anywhere for the holiday, and can therefore avoid the horror that is the LAX airport.

I am thankful that Matt Damon won the Sexiest Man of the Year in People Magazine, because I enjoy him. I especially enjoy those Bourne movies, and the fact he is married to a normal woman instead of a seven foot twig of a Brazilian model.

I am thankful that I somehow discovered a Linda Howard novel that I have never read, having previously believed I'd read every last one of her books.

I am thankful that my DVR is full to the bursting with excellent television shows I haven't watched yet, from vampires to pie makers to time travelers to Grey's Anatomy which I am angry at, yet still sullenly record.

I am thankful that my To Be Read pile is now the size of a small library, which means I should never run out of something good to read.

I am particularly thankful for science and biology, which makes it physically impossible to actually put on twenty pounds in one day, no matter how much I eat.

What about you?