When it’s 5:30 p.m. on the evening before Thanksgiving and you haven’t even been to the grocery store yet, don’t get on Twitter…and tell a reporter “sure, c’mon over and try to capture Thanksgiving disaster at my house” in an hour and a half.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and your loved ones. My life is full with so many wonderful things, and the amazing people I’ve met through this blog are among those I count on this day.
I am grateful for so many things today–and everyday even if it seems like I forget.
Things great and small.
It is so easy to lose sight of the many blessings we have, and I love the fact that we take at least one day each year to ensure we don’t.
The community of incredible people I’ve come to know through blogging was most unexpected when I started throwing my words to the wind a little more than a year ago. I am tremendously grateful for the friendships both online and in real life it has brought me.
I hope each of you has a wonderful Thanksgiving. Please know you are in my thoughts today.
Three years ago I had an eight year-old and a two year-old, and a nine month-old who I was nursing. I had been back at work for six months at a job I really hated and my husband’s family decided that we would be celebrating Thanksgiving at his sister’s house–and frying the turkey!
I panicked.
Dinner at his sister’s? Fried turkey? How would I get my fill of my mother’s stuffing? What if they served cornbread dressing?!
And what about leftovers?!
I just knew my Thanksgiving was going to be a bust, but we were tied into the plans. So, I did what any other stressed-out, hormonal, sleep deprived woman would do. I went to the grocery store at 8:00 p.m. on the night before Thanksgiving and bought all of the makings for a Thanksgiving dinner.
Dammit! I was going to have leftovers.
Somehow I managed to find a fresh turkey, sweet potatoes, white potatoes, Pepperidge Farms dressing mix (just like mom’s) and the ingredients for both apple and pumpkin pie.
As soon as I got home, I pulled out the giblets and boiled them up to ready them for the stuffing. I chopped them and mixed them in with the breadcrumbs and seasoning and stuffed that turkey. Warmed up the oven and shoved the whole mess in.
Then it was upstairs to nurse the little guy. As typically happened with the late evening feeding, I fell sound asleep next to the baby.
At 2:30 a.m. I woke up to the most delicious smell. And then I panicked! How long had the turkey been in the oven. Way longer than it was supposed to be. I was sure I was going to have a dried out bird.
I raced downstairs to find my turkey monitor sound asleep on the couch. Harumph! I sent him up to bed and peeked into the oven. Unbelievably, the turkey was perfect! So I set about peeling and boiling white and sweet potatoes. Mashing and stirring and seasoning to perfection. I cut shortening into flour for pie crusts and peeled apples and mixed pumpkin mush into pie filling. Sweet potato casserole and mashed potatoes complete, pies baking and filling the house with even better smells and it was only 4:00 a.m.
So I started cleaning up after myself.
Stored the “leftovers” in the fridge, washed up the dishes and went to wipe down the counters. That’s when I noticed the gunk around the edge of the sink. So I scrubbed and I pulled out an old toothbrush and I scrubbed some more. And then I worked on the faucet and the backsplash and then OH MY GOD HAVE YOU SEEN THE STOVE! The burners were filthy. I dug under the sink for the SOS pad and got to work. Fantastik and 409. SOS and a toothbrush.
Oh how that kitchen shined!
Pies were done, and I noticed I was getting a little tired. It was 6:00 a.m. Thanksgiving morning. We didn’t have to be at my sister-in-laws until the afternoon, so I thought I might put my head down for a few minutes.
When I woke three hours later, I came downstairs to find a husband staring at me in disbelief.
And all I could say was, “I needed to have my mother’s stuffing.”
Turns out, it’s my mother-in-law’s stuffing too.
