Here's what we had:
A few years ago, my mother threatened to make reservations for Thanksgiving. I told her that eating at a restaurant was unacceptable, that my body knows when Thanksgiving comes around and that I was sure it would mutiny in an ugly way, were it not given it's annual ration of Madeira gravy. I told her she and my father could put the turkey in the oven, and I would take care of the rest.
We're all really glad I did, because now we have a sort of tradition where Mom and Dad do turkey/stuffing/gravy and I do everything else. Well, everything else that requires actual cooking - they can still handle nuking the package of peas with butter sauce.
Throughout the years, we've solidified a very nice menu. Here's this year's verison:
Cranberry Sauce, two ways
|Bag of Cranberries, 2 oranges, 1/4 cup brown sugar, ginger, cloves.|
|At the table|
|Yes, we also had the canned kind. |
Why did they change the cans so you can't open both sides? Drives us nuts every year.
Brussels Sprouts Gratin
|Aforementioned Peas in Butter Sauce|
|Mashed Potatoes (y'all know to put an egg in there, right? Makes 'em super rich!)|
|Sausage Stuffing (do you call it stuffing or dressing?)|
|See the herbs between the skin and breast meat?|
|At the table.|
|Mana from Heaven.|
|Seriously, we have to ration the leftovers of this stuff.|
My mom sets a lovely table.
|The table before.|
|What I ate.|
My daughter's school's fundraiser this Fall was from The Chip Shoppe. Here's what we bought to help build a rock wall for her gym:
|Pumpkin Roll. YUM!|
|Pecan Pie. |
You'll see this on our Christmas table, too. Glad we got two!!
|Mimi, the 15 year old Jack Russell Terrier, gets to lick the platter.|
|The last of the leftovers became a pizza lunch.|
A Flatout, topped with mashed potatoes, turkey, stuffing, mozzarella under the broiler,
garnished with orange cranberry relish.
As I said in an earlier post. I am thankful that you read my blog. I'm so happy I started it and it gives me great joy that you're out there. Thank you.
|This is too cute not to show again. Seriously. All four paws are on that thing!|