Cheyanne
11-27-2003, 12:00 AM
I don't really know why I do it. I stress out the night before making all the pies, homemade rolls, salads and such.
At midnight, the 22 pound turkey goes in the oven to cook slowly overnight. at 250 degrees.
When I get up in the morning, the house is filled with a wonderful smell... I take out the turkey around 10:00, sneak some of the broth from the pan, and place foil and a dishcloth over the top.
I chase everyone out of the kitchen to their protests of "I am staaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrvvvvvvvvvving!"
I then proceed to bake the candied sweet potatoes, greenbean cassarole, and peel the white potatoes and start them to boil. I take the real butter out of the fridge so it will get soft. Next is the creamed pearl onions and the gravy made from the broth of the turkey.
I chase everyone out of the kitchen........
The table is set and made ready. The relatives appear lots of hugs and how are ya's.
At 1:00 the turkey is carved - always very moist and succelent.
The bounty is placed on the table and everyone takes their seat.
"We are thankful for........." "MOM!! I am hungry!!!" Pass the turkey!" "Can I have a roll please?" Then silence as everyone takes a bite of their favorite dish...
30 mintues later... everyone sits back, grandpa loosens his belt and eyes the pie that was made especially for him..... we all smile....and groan, sit and talk for a bit... and then they all make their way out into the living room.
I am alone. This time I didn't have to chase anyone out of the kitchen.
Then............. replaying the conversations, the teasing, the stories of growing up that occured during the meal in my head I realize why I do it.
I smile to myself as Cobalt comes up behind me and hugs me... plays with my butt, nuzzles my neck, and tells me he loves me and then picks up a dish cloth and tells me to sit down - he will clean up the mess.
Happy Thanksgiving! :D
At midnight, the 22 pound turkey goes in the oven to cook slowly overnight. at 250 degrees.
When I get up in the morning, the house is filled with a wonderful smell... I take out the turkey around 10:00, sneak some of the broth from the pan, and place foil and a dishcloth over the top.
I chase everyone out of the kitchen to their protests of "I am staaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrvvvvvvvvvving!"
I then proceed to bake the candied sweet potatoes, greenbean cassarole, and peel the white potatoes and start them to boil. I take the real butter out of the fridge so it will get soft. Next is the creamed pearl onions and the gravy made from the broth of the turkey.
I chase everyone out of the kitchen........
The table is set and made ready. The relatives appear lots of hugs and how are ya's.
At 1:00 the turkey is carved - always very moist and succelent.
The bounty is placed on the table and everyone takes their seat.
"We are thankful for........." "MOM!! I am hungry!!!" Pass the turkey!" "Can I have a roll please?" Then silence as everyone takes a bite of their favorite dish...
30 mintues later... everyone sits back, grandpa loosens his belt and eyes the pie that was made especially for him..... we all smile....and groan, sit and talk for a bit... and then they all make their way out into the living room.
I am alone. This time I didn't have to chase anyone out of the kitchen.
Then............. replaying the conversations, the teasing, the stories of growing up that occured during the meal in my head I realize why I do it.
I smile to myself as Cobalt comes up behind me and hugs me... plays with my butt, nuzzles my neck, and tells me he loves me and then picks up a dish cloth and tells me to sit down - he will clean up the mess.
Happy Thanksgiving! :D