A defining moment has happened in my life. I’m feeling apprehensive and anxious, yet super excited. I’m not sure exactly how I’m going to handle it. I’ve even got the hubs looking up stuff on the internet. I haven’t told the kids yet because I’m not sure how they’ll take it.
Are you ready for the news? For the first time in 34 years, we are not having Thanksgiving dinner at my parents’ house or at Todd’s grandmother’s house. We are having it at ours. I feel like I’ve reached another adult milestone. First college then marriage then babies now hosting Thanksgiving dinner.
As I’ve stated in the past, I am not one of those Martha Stewart bloggers who can bake a perfect cake and sew curtains all with a calm demeanor and ironed Oxford shirt. Sometimes I’ll find an easy and yummy recipe or a simple but fun craft, yet again, I’m not crafty and I’m not an excellent cook.
With Thanksgiving a week away, I’ve started planning. I Googled what makes a true Thanksgiving meal, and the answer is pretty simple. To stay true to those guys and gals on the Plymouth Colony, we’re planning to include a turkey, berries, corn, and pumpkin, among other things, though we haven’t decided on specific dishes.
My sister is a great cook; she has an intuitive ability to pair ingredients and create a delicious meal without a recipe. My husband is quite the sous-chef as he follows recipes methodically and ends up with tasty dishes, and my mom is wonderful to have in the kitchen because she knows our generational recipes like the back of her hand. I love to plan events and am a great motivator. With this combination of skills, surely we can turn out a pretty decent Thanksgiving feast.
All in all, I’m just thankful and grateful to be with those I love on this special holiday, and I know they’ll still love me no matter how the meal ends up.
I would love some advice, dear readers. If you have any suggestions that will help assist me in any way, I would love to hear them. Further, if you have any dishes that you would love to share, please do!