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Day After Thanksgiving Soup
About the Author: Judge Debra H. Goldstein is the author of Should Have Played Poker (Five Star - 2016) and 2012 IPPY Award winning Maze in Blue. Her short stories and essays have been published in numerous periodicals and anthologies, including Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine. She serves on the national Sisters in Crime and Guppy boards and is an MWA member. http://www.debrahgoldstein.com http://www.debrahgoldstein.com/blog https://www.facebook.com/DebraHGoldsteinAuthor/


Grandpa was a bookie. He’d take odds on anything. It didn’t matter if it was a horse race, what inning someone would hit a homerun, or who would arrive last for Grandma’s traditional Thanksgiving dinner. Grandma was opposed to gambling. To say they co-existed at odds, especially as his winnings and schemes fluctuated, is putting it mildly. Maybe that’s why when Grandma died and responsibility for the family’s Thanksgiving dinner was passed to my mother and her three sisters, Grandpa decided it would be fun to establish a tontine.

His rules were simple: Grandma’s diamond ring and something special from him would go to the last sister standing. With a final nod to Grandma’s love of Thanksgiving, he declared the end of each year’s holiday dinner, which his daughters from that day would host, was the official record day for survival.

Survival was the last thing on the minds of my cousins or me. We loved our Thanksgiving get-togethers with their pick-up football, horse basketball, TV watching, and pigging out. For our parents, it was more solemn, especially the year after Grandpa died and two months later, Aunt Sally choked on a piece of turkey gristle. Somehow, that piece of gristle made its way onto one of the Thanksgiving plates she served.

After Aunt Sally’s funeral, her surviving three sisters had a pow-wow in our kitchen. I was playing on the floor, but they ignored me while Aunt June suggested making my mother the permanent Thanksgiving hostess. I thought she was recognizing the fact that after dearly departed Aunt Sally, mother was unquestionably the best cook of the group, but Aunt June was more concerned with the size of our kitchen.

“Carla has the only open-concept kitchen. If we do our Thanksgiving cooking at her house, because there aren’t any nooks, crannies, or walls, we can easily keep an eye on each other.”

My mother stared at her sisters. “This air of suspicion is ridiculous. It’s not like one of us poisoned Sally.”

Aunt June crossed her arms across her chest. “Are you sure? Better safe than sorry is my motto.”

Mother glared at her, but before she could say anything, Aunt Hortense interjected herself into the conversation. “June does have a point. It probably was a choking accident, but then again, maybe she mixed the plates up. Sally always was a bit competitive.”

“Hortense!” Mother threw her hands up in the air. “Just because Dad thought pitting us against each other for a tontine would be amusing, we don’t have to play along. Why don’t we all revoke our claim to the tontine and start enjoying Thanksgiving again?”

Aunt Hortense shook her head. “I’d love to, but you know the rules.  Dad set it up so we can’t revoke it. Even though I hate this, we’re stuck with the tontine until the last one of us is left standing.”

Mother snorted. “Fine, but he didn’t stipulate we have to be together on Thanksgiving Day. I’m tired of us ruining Thanksgiving so Dad could play one last game of chance. Besides, I make a mean Day After Thanksgiving Soup. From now on, if you find yourself still alive on the day after Thanksgiving, come to my house at four. Bring your kids and your left-overs.”

“It sounds like a good idea,” Aunt June admitted.

 “Good.”

That was the beginning of a new family tradition. Even after thirty years, although a lot of my cousins scattered around the country or are obligated to alternate Thanksgiving plans with their in-laws, the rest come. They bring their mothers and their own children. This year, considering mom’s been fighting a losing battle with the big C, I tried to convince her to cancel the day after, but she was adamant about hosting it. I hate to admit it, but like her, I’m afraid it probably will be her last time prepping Day After Thanksgiving Soup for her sisters.

Considering everything, my mother’s only concession this year was to let me, under her direction, take over most of the prep work. Happily, what I’ve learned over the years, helping my mother and aunts, held me in good stead getting things ready for tonight. Thanks to my mother’s Day After Thanksgiving Soup, I’ve developed some pretty impressive knife skills.

Whether slicing, dicing, chiffonading, or julienning carrots, potatoes and celery or precisely separating turkey meat from its carcass, I take a lot of satisfaction from the details of my work. I’m not as thrilled with the way our extended family chomps down my soup, wipes their mouths on their napkins or sleeves, and then collapses on the couch to watch whatever game is on TV.



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Reader Discussion

19
Nov
Great story!
By Michael Guillebeau

19
Nov
Ah, the holidays. Thank you for this gem of a gift!
By Micki Browning

19
Nov
Enjoyed the story, Debra!
By Bobbi Chukran

19
Nov
Michael, Micki, and Bobbi, thank you for your comments. Much appreciated.
By Debra H. Goldstein

19
Nov
Good story!
By Elizabeth Varadan

19
Nov
Great story.
By Caroline Ahlswede

19
Nov
Reminds me of my mom and her sisters
By Linda G.

19
Nov
What a delicious twist at the end! Definitely a gem of a story! Enjoyed every tidbit...
By Nina Ritter

19
Nov
Elizabeth and Caroline, thank you.
By Debra H. Goldstein

19
Nov
Linda, I'm not sure I want to meet your mom and her sisters :)
By Debra H. Goldstein

19
Nov
Nina, Thank you!
By Debra H. Goldstein

19
Nov
I bet Debra Goldstein was kidding - just to see if a Mystery magazine would publish her cooking instructions:-))
By ArtG

20
Nov
Nice work, Debra. Enjoyed it.
By Earl Staggs

21
Nov
As always, a fantastic story, Debra!
By Nupur Tustin

21
Nov
A great story that had me chuckling at the end. I have three sisters too.....
By Frances Dunn

21
Nov
Another fun story, Debra! Always enjoy reading them.
By Melissa H. Blaine

23
Nov
Great story Debra! Love the ending. And I thought my family was at odds over just a piece of holiday turkey. Wow. Great work. Happy Thanksgiving to you and all the readers on MWM.
By William Burton McCormick

23
Nov
Great story Debra! Love the ending. And I thought my family was at odds over just a piece of holiday turkey. Wow. Great work. Happy Thanksgiving to you and all the readers on MWM.
By William Burton McCormick


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