Gobble, Gobble!
Thanksgiving is a time where families get together to celebrate one another and all that God has given us. It is a time to appreciate the good in our lives and to overlook the bad.
I love Thanksgiving for its meaning, but honestly, I really love that we get to celebrate over kick-ass food. Dinner always starts at 5 p.m., but there is a lot of preparation that goes into Thanksgiving planning when you are the daughter of the hostess.
First thing in the morning, Jake and I head over to our parents’ house around 8 or 9 a.m. Mom has a breakfast casserole cooked and ready for all of us to eat while the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade is on. Keep in mind, Dad’s band always plays until 2 or 3 a.m. the night before at Shenanigans.
Once the parade is over, and the dog show comes on, it is down to business. Well for me, Mom and Dad anyways. Jake normally slips out of the house to go hit golf balls.
While my Dad peels potatoes for 30 people, mom has the green beans setting on the stove all day, the two turkeys in the oven, and the turkey neck soaking in broth which will eventually turn into the gravy. After the food that needs immediate tending to is out and cooking, we now concentrate on the minor things.
As Mom’s sous chef, I am in charge of putting together the salads and making the homemade dressings. Each year the salads vary. But, they never disappoint. After the salads are made I then go and set the China out on the two tables on the main floor, and then I make sure there are plastic forks and paper plates on the table in the basement for the basement crew.
Mom is in charge of setting out the beverages, and making the mashed potatoes and stuffing.
While everything on the inside is in a chaotic state, because of my Mom’s alter ego, Betsy Bosanova, Dad walks the dog, cuts our grass and then comes inside to clean up any mess we might’ve missed from the night before.
Before we know it, the clock is already at 3:30 and we all have to rush to get ready before family begins to arrive around 4:30 p.m. with their dishes in hand.
Is it worth it? All the cleaning and preparation before the grand meal? Hell yes. I will still do anything to sink my teeth into a good meal.