I won’t lie to you. The thought of cooking my first Thanksgiving dinner for my little family was somewhat daunting. I’m used to handling the condiments, potatoes, and a dessert now and again. But pulling together the whole enchilada for my own family?
I consoled myself by remembering that McDonald’s was only 10 minutes away should things go horribly awry.
I began the day by tossing the Butterball Turkey Breast into the crockpot. And this time I remembered to remove the packet of gravy first. With the potatoes washed, I began to assemble the dressing.
I was determined to recreate my Nanny’s dressing from memory. A memory which by the way, is beginning to resemble a sieve. I shed some tears during this process. And they had more to do with missing my mom and Nanny on Thanksgiving day, than the onion I was slicing and dicing.
The ingredients for the dressing (as I remember them) were bread crumbs (seasoned), chopped up onion, chopped celery, diced hard boiled egg, chicken broth (if there was no whole turkey drippings), salt, pepper, and sage.
I had no idea about the quantities, as my mother or grandmother never ever used a recipe when they made dressing. But it always turned out perfect. And by perfect, I mean that I would always help myself to a large bowl of it BEFORE it was cooked. I called it Raw Dressing. And it was a delicacy.
My dressing was not perfect. But it was tolerated. So, if anyone has a recipe which contains ingredients similar to those above mentioned, I would be FOREVER grateful if you would send it my way.
I also had the bread baking bug. I made dough for whole wheat rolls in the breadmaker, and then for good measure I made a cornbread type bread in the breadmaker as well. They both turned out wonderfully. You can never have too many carbs on Thanksgiving Day. And a package of Tums should be well within reach.
Two hours before dinner was scheduled, we decided to go ahead and cook up the Marie Callendar berry pie that Fiddledaddy purchased the day before. I think he feared a wife curled up in the fetal position if she had to cook the dessert as well AS EVERYTHING ELSE. It was a good call.
We ate the pie for lunch. A la mode. One of the really great things about being an adult, is that sometimes you can just make decisions like that. Because you can.
After I slaved in the kitchen all day, Fiddledaddy remarked, “You know, this has been a very relaxing day!”
And he was just lucky that I was tired or he would have found himself on the business end of the frying pan.
I did enjoy pulling together a Thanksgiving feast for my little family, when all was said and done and I was enjoying a little Egg Nog. HAVE I MENTIONED THAT EGG NOG IS IN SEASON!
And I think I will continue the tradition of a turkey/dressing dinner on New Years Day. Just so that I can stay in practice.
What dining tradition do you have for Christmas and/or New Years Day?