I hope everyone had a restful and foodful Thanksgiving this year!
This is the first year I didn’t go home for Thanksgiving. Danny’s hectic new work schedule wouldn’t really permit a trip home, and our finances are still recovering from the latest move. But it was nice to spend the holiday in my new place with my new husband.
It was a little sad. This was the first Thanksgiving since mom died. I realized early in the week that she hadn’t yet taught me how to make the gravy — my mom made fantastic gravy — and I had a moment of panic, realizing that no matter what, despite any new traditions I may start in my own family, or any old family traditions I can carry on with my kids, I’ll never be able to make my mom’s gravy. Which is a small and insignificant but extremely sad problem. As I prepared dinner on Thursday, all felt right and perfect, until I had to pour the crappy pre-made gravy into a saucepan. It just isn’t the same.
But she was obviously there with me somehow, because we managed not to mess up the turkey. I was convinced we were going to mess up the turkey. Only divine intervention kept this from being the case. And I made my own cranberry sauce, which turned out surprisingly well. I’m used to the cranberry sauce shaped like a can. (And I have to admit — nothing says “Thanksgiving” like can-shaped cranberry sauce.)
And now, for your viewing pleasure…
The cranberries before The Great Cranberry Sauce of ’07
Danny making his famous green bean casserole:
Raw turkeys are gross:
But when cooked they are delicious!
Danny carving like a pro. Kind of.
The table, ready for some serious Thanksgiving face-stuffing:
And, as always, finish with the pumpkin pie…