Woo hoo! I am pretty sure my Thanksgiving turkey was my best one yet. It was delicious. (quoth Kenneth.) Grace liked her ‘chicken’. (Whatevs. She can call it chicken. She ate it. And commented that she liked it. That counts as a win, even if she couldn’t quite tell if it was turkey or chicken. Haha.) Gavin ate all of his turkey. (Hey, no verbal props, but this is a major feat in and of itself for a boy who’s suddenly decided eating’s not the activity for him.)
I pulled together the full, traditional spread – turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing…even green bean casserole (despite the fact that I am the only one who eats it. Yea, yea, I know its status as actual food is questionable. I can’t help it, it just works for me.) I made homemade biscuits and homemade cranberry sauce. I even made homemade apple pie and homemade pumpkin pie because the kids asked if we could make pies. I let them pick the flavors…and fully went in thinking they would not actually eat it. Sucker! But… they helped make them, and that was fun enough. And, as a happy surprise, Gavin ate two small slices of pumpkin pie and liked it – another win for the day.
On top of all these wins, I had a profound realization: the effort put into making a Thanksgiving meal is not really proportionate to the amount of people for whom you are cooking. Said more simply: It’s a crazy amount of work regardless of the number of guests! The effort is the same…the quantities just differ. (Ok, maybe that’s not profound and you all already knew that, but it was profound to me. I was kind of surprised that I spent as much time prepping and cooking as I did!) Was it worth it? Sure. My family was full and happy. 🙂 Hope you all had a nice Thanksgiving and are enjoying the start of the holiday season!
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