Musings on Thanksgiving dinners from years past have been mulling in my mind this morning in less than the brightest colors, I’m afraid. Memories of time-honored dishes like the lumpy bumpy mass of congealed mush (which certain relatives called cornbread dressing) bring back quiet horrors of my childhood days. I believe I was permanently scarred by these experiences…. (Yipes!) For years, I never ate dressing if I could avoid it because the thick mass of stuffing and the heavy flavor of sage had always made me gag. The murky, slightly thickened liquid with the nameless parts of the less delectable remains of the turkey (otherwise known as giblets) floating in it, which was to be poured over said mushy dressing, was always a little nerve wracking for me to swallow. Eating this gravy was, as a small child, something akin to Russian roulette: Any bite might result in a mouthful of turkey liver--I sometimes feared to take the next bite. How I despised the horrid pungent taste of liver!
But to be fair..better, more ‘hallowed’ memories come to mind too…. The delectable, melt in your mouth taste of heavenly, buttery whipped potatoes, piled in bowls in snowy white drifts, bring back phantom hunger pains even now….40 years later. I had decided, even as a child, that it was not feasibly possible to make too many whipped potatoes—experience with my own family has proven this to be 100% true. No matter how many pounds of potatoes I peel, cook, and whip, they are always gone by the end of the day. Green bean casserole and golden slices of juicy roast turkey only added to the delightful pain of an overfilled stomach. But the pain was always worth it, I can assure you! Out of respect, we won’t mention certain overly dry pieces of white meat; quiet evidence of turkey roasting gone awry. After all, no one, not even Grandma, is perfect--Rest her dear sweet soul.
As I recall, it took at least one tediously dreary TV rendition of a football game, and a good rousing romp in the back yard with the cousins holding rock throwing wars, while our grandparents dosed noisily in their lazy boy recliners, to digest our long awaited repast. Then came the crowning achievement…the pies! Pumpkin(so-so), pecan (my favorite!), apple, peach, and even chocolate pies appeared from cupboards and atop refrigerators and were spread out along the counter top with a triumphant flourish…all ready to be generously dolloped with not so healthy doses of fresh whipped cream. I can tell you, it was never hard to say thank you to the Lord for such a bountiful feast, even if it was laced with cornbread dressing and giblet gravy.
I do hope the ghosts of Thanksgiving past, otherwise known as my dearly departed grandmothers , will forgive me these belated complaints as I certainly admired most of their cooking. It wasn’t their fault that my young and inexperienced taste buds were still too sensitive to appreciate the strong flavors of sage, or that my overactive gag reflex just couldn’t tolerate the pasty texture of liver and stuffing. I’m certain too, that giblet gravy was made with all the proud housewifely gusto of frugal kitchen queens down through the ages. Somehow, the fact that every last speck of turkey was gone when dinner was over (or at least by the next week) made the giblet gravy a crowning work of art to the grand accomplishment of Thanksgiving dinner, (Their motto, “No part left behind!”) …not to be repeated…until Christmas… a mere month later. I'm convinced that our poor mothers, of years past, took at least three months to recover before attempting to repeat one these sumptuous and breathtaking affairs, on a smaller scale, for Easter.
Knowing that Thanksgiving dinner is a major undertaking, and requires many years of practice to perfect, I have decided to post a blow by blow description of our traditional Thanksgiving dinner down to the hour-- tomorrow morning. You will notice that the gravy is missing the requisite lumpy bumpy parts: It’s just pure golden bliss. And the stuffing comes from Stouffer's, because I don’t know how and don’t want to know how to make stuffing. I leave that to my foodie friends. (Feel free to recommend a recipe.) I have discovered that I actually do like bread stuffing..as long as it isn't mushy of course. Keep in mind that my next post is supposed to be about dinner for BEGINNERS or moms like me who are either too tired or just too busy to spend hours, days, or even weeks working in the kitchen for a meal that will be over in one hour or less. But I do want my kids to grow up with some special memories of delicious dishes…so I’ve included them in my tutorial tomorrow.
Though it will make my foodie friends cringe, I’ve unscrupulously suggested store bought pies (heaven forbid!), for my busier readers, partly because they are so easy to ‘doctor’ up. (Thanks for the tip, Grandma!) Besides, I made wonderful pies from scratch for YEARS only to discover that my dear hubby thought I had been buying them from the store all along. I was crushed! All those years of hard work and he never knew! So don’t kill yourself over this dinner. It’s about friends and family as much as it is about the food..and more importantly, Thanksgiving is a day to remember, with gratitude, all that our heavenly Father has done for us…and sometimes an overfilled belly can cloud our thinking. And, of course, we don’t want to get so stressed out about the ‘perfect Thanksgiving dinner’ that we can’t enjoy celebrating with our nearest and dearest. Thanksgiving, is, after all, about giving thanks.
How about you? Have you got any nostalgic Thanksgiving day memories you’d like to share? I know we would all enjoy them immensely! Why don’t we have a little linky party of favorite Thanksgiving day musings? Just because the department stores have forgotten Thanksgiving, doesn’t mean we have..right?
And Be sure to come back tomorrow for Part II: How to Make Thanksgiving Dinner…for Beginners
and Happy Homemaking!
PS. To any dear relatives reading this..I did really LOVE my grandmothers' cooking! (All except for the stuffing and giblet gravy. :o)
PS. To any dear relatives reading this..I did really LOVE my grandmothers' cooking! (All except for the stuffing and giblet gravy. :o)
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