The good fortune of Thanksgiving

November 22, 2012

Are you cooking this year? asked the woman from the egg farm.

I am, I replied, and I’ll admit I growled a little—my arms ached from carrying overloaded bags through the crowded market.

She smiled as her son inspected each egg for cracks, turning them all over to check one side, then the other. It will bring you good fortune, she said. It is a lot of work, but when it’s over, good things come in.

I dreamt of everything ahead as I carried the eggs home in a bag over my shoulder, keeping them safe under my arm.

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