For the past several years, I’ve had my family over for Thanksgiving. I love having Thanksgiving at my house. Thanksgiving is at the beginning of the eating, drinking, dressing up extravaganza known as “the holidays.” At Thanksgiving, people aren’t burned out with parties.
Expectations are still possible.
Don’t get me wrong. I love Christmas. But Christmas comes with lots of baggage–all wrapped up with bows and ribbons–but baggage, nonetheless.
I’ve been shopping for the big day for a while now. I thought I was done after my first grocery store visit today. But I forgot a couple of needed items and now I can say that my dinner came from 6 different purveyors of food and drink.
And I’m only making three items–the turkey, dressing and a green veg: asparagus with saffron aioli.
Which all brings me to tomorrow. It’s dressing day.
I love making dressing.
Not stuffing. I don’t put anything in my turkey except herbs, onion and lemon.
I make dressing.
Cornbread. Toasted white bread. Sausage. Sauteed onion and celery. Pecans. Chicken stock. Herbs.
People say they like it. I hope so.
I only make it once a year, but it’s my favorite thing to make, ever.
So on Thursday 17 people will gather at my house. They’ll bring green beans, squash, hummingbird cake and apple pie, cranberry salad, rolls and wine.
My sister is in charge of gravy and everyone will help along the way.
The table still needs to be set and the silver needs to be polished.
But first, I have to make the dressing.