Thanksgiving has always been my most favorite holiday. Better than Christmas, better than my birthday (cause that’s a holiday, too), better than any of them. I always look forward to planning my menu and cooking like I have never cooked before. Even though my group is small I still go all out because it is MY holiday. I have very fond memories of Thanksgiving when I was growing up. What I remember most is the smell of Thanksgiving. I love how my home smelled on Thanksgiving and every year I recreate that smell in my own home for my family.
This year … not so much. I’m not feeling it. I’m not into it. I’m sad and I’m having a difficult time shaking this sadness. I cry out to God for answers and he replies, “My grace is sufficient”. Okay. Moving on.
Last week the kids were talking about Thanksgiving and I heard my son say, “I can’t wait until Thursday!” Oh brother. I already told Bryan that I wasn’t feeling it and he assumed that meant that I wouldn’t be cooking and maybe we’d be going out. Not so my friend, not so. For years I have drilled the importance of Thanksgiving traditions into the skulls of my children and now they are holding me to it. So early on Saturday I got up and began to plan my menu and create a shopping list. My daughter saw the list and said, “What about the sweet potato pie?” I said, “I’m not making a pie. I bought a pie from some lady at work who was doing a fundraiser.” She looked at me like I just landed from another planet. “You have to make a sweet potato pie, Mom! It’s Thanksgiving!” Okay, so I’m making a pie. “What about the ham?” she asked. “A turkey breast is enough,” I answered. “Mom, it’s Thanksgiving … you have to make a ham!” You see where this is going, right?
So, on Thanksgiving … my most favorite of holidays, I will be preparing:
Stuffed mushrooms as an appetizer
Roasted turkey breast
Cornbread dressing with sausage and mushrooms
Seafood casserole with shrimp and lump crabmeat
Fresh collard greens with smoked neckbones
3-cheese macaroni and cheese
Sweet potato pie
Red wine – meritage and probably a pinot noir
The shopping is complete and I’m praying that once I start soaking my greens and boiling the sweet potatoes I’ll be in a better mood.