Hi Everyone! I made a hand turkey last year. I know, it's a bit silly looking but I like his sentiment because I mean it, "I'm thankful for YOU!"
Many moons ago, when I was in elementary school, we'd watch pilgrim films. I wonder what happened to all those old pilgrim movies? I liked them even though they made me feel seasick what with the Mayflower rocking around out in the Atlantic Ocean and all. It was so sad when the pilgrims would get so hungry and their "digs" were so primitive and let's just face it . . . FREEZING! Honestly, I'm just not that interested in pilgrims anymore. Smile. When I was a kid we had to go to church on Thanksgiving and to be honest again, I did not like that. Maybe it was my church clothes, always ill fitting. Maybe it was my longing for the turkey smell, being at church and missing an hour or two of the roasting fragrance. I am feeling a bit of shock at the fact that Thanksgiving is NEXT WEEK! Eeeeeeek! Well, I'm an old pro at roasting turkeys and I really love the mashed potatoes and gravy most of all. Pie? I ALWAYS leave pie baking until the end when I am very tired and out of verve. I'm thinking about buying the pie this year. Last year I made way too much food. Who did I think was going to eat the yams? Dumb! No one likes them in this family! Do you ever ask yourself, "WHAT was I thinking?" I asked myself that last year. So, this year I shall make a big effort to embrace truth and not pretend like I am Norman Rockwell's lovely granny lady in the picture below. I would like to knit on Thanksgiving Day. I would like to draw on a big white hunk of poster paper (our tablecloth) and I will not draw pilgrims this year. I may draw a real nice horn of plenty. Bill doesn't like turkey so I broil him a steak right about the time I should be mashing potatoes and browning gravy. It's sort of a sweaty chaotic mess, my kitchen on the Thankful Day. Funny thing is - I'll wake up all ready to make the meal. I'll have a zippy feeling and somehow I'll soldier on and get the food on the table. After the meal is served, the dishes are done, the pie is eaten, we'll hunker down in the family room and watch National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. We'll laugh.