The wind howled like a banshee in the night. I’ve never actually seen or heard a banshee, but I imagine it would be quite the experience. I might have slept through it except I was fighting a sore throat and the kind of tired that prevents you from sleeping. The morning light brought relief from the wind and the sore throat. I survived yet again, and the roof is still attached. This is a good way to start a day.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone. I have not gotten to host in many years, and though it takes a lot of work and planning, I am really enjoying getting to cook all the traditional foods that mean Thanksgiving to me. Such memories. I don’t ever remember it not being perfect when my mother made the Thanksgiving meal. I’m sure there were moments, but I must have been too young (shoed out of the way probably) to have noticed. Mom only remembers what her mother fixed.
My sister and my’s experiences are different than my mother’s. I remember spending Thanksgiving with my parents when my sister was doing the cooking. She didn’t know you don’t turn the turkey over, and half way through she tried to turn it. Disaster. Yes. Let your imagination go wild here, because that is what happened.
My recurring theme was to leave the peas in the microwave. I learned to look for all the colors before sitting down. Brown, yes the turkey is on the table. Red, yes the cranberry salad is here. Golden brown – gravy and rolls. Green – peas are out of the microwave. White, yes the mashed potatoes are mashed and ready. The Wednesday before is actually my favorite day. No distractions. All by myself, I bake the pies, make the cranberry salad, prep the table, and line everything up for Thursday. It is quiet and the house smells wonderful, not as good as when the turkey is roasting, but really good. And then there are those beautiful pies coming out of the oven. Hmmmm. I hope you have a wonderful holiday and remember to be thankful. Our forefathers got a lot of things right.