I had an awesome idea for today's post. But I didn't write the post or write the idea down and, of course, I forgot it.
So, let's talk about Thanksgiving.
I don't remember a lot of my childhood. And not for the same reason a lot of people can't remember the '70s LOL. I think Thanksgiving was always sort of a big deal, though. What I can remember was a house full of family and loads of awesome food.
We'd start the day watching the Macy's parade and then whatever was on - usually some movie or other on one of the four channels we got - to stay out of Mom's way in the kitchen.
Mom would make a huge turkey - which I loved. Candied yams - which I hated. Pumpkin pie, easy on the spices. And cranberry sauce right out of the can. There may have been other staples, but I don't remember those exactly. Corn? Green beans? Mashed potatoes? :shrug:
We'd eat and then Dad would watch the Lions play whoever on TV.
As we got older, and hooked up with special someones, more people would be there. Then the babies started arriving. It was something of a madhouse sometimes in my parent's home. I do remember hiding in my room to escape the chaos. Then dinner would be served and we'd all sit down - the adults at the big table and the kids at the card table.
We'd eat and then Dad and the other men would watch the Lions play whoever while the women cleaned up and then had coffee while they chatted around the big table. At some point pie would be served. Then everyone would depart for their own homes. Taking leftovers with them.
In 2001, I moved away from Michigan. No more family holidays for me. It was during these years that I discovered I suck at making turkey. I never have the patience to leave it in the oven long enough so the center isn't still bloody. (And I never trusted the pop-up thingy.) Thank goodness I never gave anyone food poisoning. Thank goodness I married Hubs because he makes an awesome turkey.
These days, it's just Hubs and I. He does the turkey, I do the dessert. We have stuffing that he makes and crams into the bird. And canned, jellied cranberry sauce because that's how we roll. (I take care of that, too. I'm such a chef. LOL) And that's pretty much it. No corn. No mashed potatoes. Definitely no sweet potatoes. Bleh. Sometimes we have rolls that I've bought at the store, but usually the rolls are left for tiny leftover turkey sandwiches. (Hubs puts cranberry sauce on his, I just use butter. Butter and turkey sandwiches... mmmmm.) After we digest some of the dinner, we have dessert. This year, I'm making pumpkin cheesecake. Last year, we just had pumpkin bread. It's not like we really need dessert. Lord knows, we're already pretty stuffed after dinner. Which we usually eat around 1:00.
And that's about it. This year, I bought a 14.5 lb turkey, so we'll be eating leftovers for a good long time. Woohoo.
What about you? Any good memories of Turkey Day? What's your holiday like now as opposed to when you were a kid?