When I was a kid Thanksgiving always started early in the morning with the smell of food. I love waking up to the smell of food. Of course, that never happens now that I'm an adult but when I was kid it was the best thing ever. I'm surprised I don't weigh 500 pounds. Waking up and watching my mom do her thing in the kitchen while the boys got ready to go to the high school football game with my father. The girls would either try to help in the kitchen or plop down in front of the television and watch the Macy's parade. Good times.
We usually sat down to eat at around 3:00 p.m. My mother would say the blessing and us kids would be fighting back laughter through the whole thing. I don't know what was so funny but we couldn't stop laughing until we were threatened with being sent away from the table.
These days, Thanksgiving is a smaller affair but I still love it just the same. Every year I cook like I'm expecting twenty people although I don't believe I've ever reached that number. However, last year I pretty much blew off Thanksgiving. I just wasn't feeling it. In the last few days both my kids have been dropping hints that they can't wait for Thanksgiving ... so I guess I'm cooking. That makes me smile. I love to cook for other people because for me that is a true expression of love. This year my menu will consist of:
roasted turkey breast
fresh collard greens
macaroni and cheese
my sister's special dressing
black forest cake
red wine (meritage)
white wine (reisling)
What are your plans for the holiday?