“Thanksgiving Day comes, by statute, once a year; to the honest man it comes as frequently as the heart of gratitude will allow.”

The rain started last night. That just added to the misery. Gracie wanted out every couple of hours. The second time we went out, around three, it was barely raining, but once we were outside, the clouds opened and the rain was heavy. Gracie and I got wet. She didn’t mind as much as I did. When I heard Gracie panting around five, I braced myself but was surprised to find the rain light. It was also quite warm. From then on, we all, Gracie, Maddie and I, slept until 10:30. Gracie was wedged between me and the back of the couch. One of my legs was hanging off the couch. It was then I got up and my morning began.

Sunday is game night, but the game is different tonight because the Patriots play at 4:30 so we’ll watch and cheer on Tom and the boys. My high school team, from the school where I graduated a long time ago and where I worked for 33 years, won big time on Friday. They are 11-0 for the year and have one game left: the state championship, the high school super bowl.

All the cooking shows are giving their slants on Thanksgiving. I save many of the recipes, but when I cooked Thanksgiving dinner, my menu changed little from all the other Thanksgivings we had when I was growing up. To me, Thanksgiving dinner is filled with family traditions. There’s my grandmother’s date nut bread, my Aunt Bunny’s squash dish, my Dad’s favorite creamed onions, my mother’s sage dressing, mashed potatoes and gravy. My mother also cooked another couple of vegetable dishes; sometimes it was green bean casserole and one of my favorites, turnips. There were always apple and lemon meringue pies. I was talking to my sister the other night, and she’s making a lemon meringue pie.

When I was driving home the other day, all of a sudden, the image of my Dad at Thanksgiving jumped into my head. My mother’s table was round but somehow where my Dad sat seemed the head of the table. His back was to the kitchen. In from of him on the table was a dish of asparagus just for him, canned asparagus. I remember the spears were like wilted flowers, their tops hung over. He’d fill his plate with mashed potatoes dripping with gravy, creamed onions and a turkey leg. I still can picture him munching on that leg. Β It is one of my favorite memories of Thanksgiving.

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10 Comments on ““Thanksgiving Day comes, by statute, once a year; to the honest man it comes as frequently as the heart of gratitude will allow.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    It snowed for several hours here today and now it’s below 32 and will stay that way for a few days they say. We didn’t get that much though, perhaps a third of an inch, several other places got much more and of course lots of cars crashed.

    We took a long walk when it snowed as worse and Albin is anything but a winter dog πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ He would rather have stayed at home and just walked out into the garden every now and again for the rest of the day πŸ™‚

    I don’t think my grandmother had any written down recipes (well no use in even mentioning my mother since we all know she barely can make anything edible πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ ) instead she had her cook book and sort of added things here and there. I was the one that got that cook book and she has made some notes here and there πŸ™‚

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      I’m sorry for your snow but better you than me. It is far too warm, in the 50’s, for snow, and I’m glad.

      My dogs didn’t mind being out in snow. I remember the first time Shauna was in snow. She had no idea how to walk so she just stood there. I don’t mind walking in snow, but, like Albin,I would rather stay warm at home.

      That cookbook is a treasure. None offs think of writing down our specialities for another generation. Maybe a wedding gift should be a cook book with family favorites.

      Stay warm!

  2. flyboybob Says:

    The Cowboys will be featured tonight on Sunday night football hosting the Philadelphia Eagles. The Cowpokes have to play the team who has the best record in the NFL without several hurt players and without Zeke Elliott. Anything can happen in NFL football and no one can predict how any team will play on any given Sunday, or Monday or even now on Thursday. πŸ™‚

    The only part of the turkey I enjoy is the dark meat. Today factory raised turkeys have huge breasts and almost no dark meat. I would rather have a nice roasted chicken or a ham. One idea we are toying with is to go to Boston Market and take out dinner. Their chickens, turkey and ham along with their side dishes are excellent. A lot less work and easier cleanup with their top quality plasticware.

    My favorite Thanksgiving memory was being invited to someone’s house back in the late 1970s. I was dating a woman who invited me as her escort. The house was owned by a gay couple who put on a huge Thanksgiving buffet cornucopia of traditional dishes. I think she and I were the only straight guests among ten or twelve other male couples. When the buffet was completely set up, the host announced to the group, “Dinner is served, ladies first”. All twenty gay men jumped up to get the food off the buffet table. I just looked at my date and we both had a good laugh.

    Today the wind died down with sunny skies and temperatures in the low 60s. It’s beginning to feel a lot like fall around here.

    • katry Says:

      I saw the game advertised on TV. It is true about just about every sport. No one can guess the outcome despite the odds, and the records don’t tell the whole story.

      We have a local farm and you can order fresh turkeys. I have cooked fresh turkeys but my father thought they weren’t as good as the frozen ones. I like both light and dark meat. I know people who won’t touch dark meat. I never understand that.

      That’s a great story. It gave me a laugh.

      You are getting into fall while we are slowly making our way to winter.

      • Bob Says:

        I’m interested in trying a deep fried turkey. It’s a Louisiana treat. Unfortunately, you have to know what you’re doing with an outdoor turkey fryer. If you have any moisture on the bird the hot oil will splatter in your face. Obviously you have to thaw it out in advance and inject the flavoring under the skin. If you fill the fryer with too much oil and drop the bird into the oil it will spill hot oil all over the place. Most people will fry the bird on their driveway far away from the house. Burning your house down is especially bad on Thanksgiving. πŸ™

        Popeye’s fried chicken fast food restaurants will deep fry a turkey for you. The perils of deep frying a frozen turkey:


  3. Birgit Says:

    Thanksgiving again? Dear turkeys, run for your life! πŸ˜‰

    Have fun tonight!

    • katry Says:

      I would never try to deep fry my turkey. I can only imagine not quite following the rules and the watching something burn to the ground. I’ll just bake it in the oven and be quite happy with my turkey.

      • Bob Says:

        There are several YouTube videos of folks who have not followed the rules. I didn’t see one where the house burned down.

    • katry Says:

      Thanks, Birgit. The Patriots romped tonight and won another game! We had wonderful appetizers and my chocolate cream pie for dessert.

    • katry Says:

      I’d do it away from my house in the street on the top of the drive way. I am not always the most careful person.

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