Tradition

If I had a restaurant I'd probably name it Delectable Delites just because I love the word delectable. It's a bolder word than delicious, unless I'm eating fishes because fishes are delicious. Usually I say, "This collection is delectable," like this collection of cakes are delectable. Delectable Delites would be a bakery. I dig cheesecake. Erin may not like it but I love cheesecake, in fact I have a piece of cheesecake every year for my birthday. That doesn't mean that I have a slice of cheesecake once a year, although I would like a slice of cheesecake more often at Dana, or elsewhere for that matter. It's cool how traditions work. Erin's post about cheesecake got me hungry and thinking. Everyone has traditions, cheesecake for me is one of them. Another tradition I have is one that has been carried for more than 20 years, but not as old as my father. He and a bunch of his buddies came up with the tradition to play a game of football every Thanksgiving morning. This started 43 years ago if I can remember correctly, but every year it's been the same game. I dig change, change is a key element to me, but every time I set foot on that high school pitch I know what's coming. Jim Grass is always the first one on the field, tossing the ball around with his son. Pops and I arrive as well as the the other dozen family members. Bootsy's always dressed in his BHS jersey from ages ago and the Connors family always have smiles on their faces, even if they're losing by a landslide. The game starts in the crisp cold morning and ends with a beer in your hand. The toddlers have apple juice and gatorade. The turkey's still cooking at home and because of that I try not to eat anything during the day. What's your tradition?