I don't know about you but I just love Turkey dinner. My mom's gravy is runny and her cheese sauce is a little watery and yet those are my favourite things about dinner. Thanksgiving dinner wouldn't be the same without it. It's funny cause my SIL makes a comment on how watered down tasting my mom's gravy is. My mom doesn't add any package flavoring to hers so it's not super seasoned. If you grew up with that real savoury style of gravy you would hate my mom's gravy. Which both my husband and my SIL grew up with the "gravy in a package" so they kind of cringe when they are my mother's for dinner. *L* Whereas my mom grew up in a large family with growing boys that ate like pigs so the gravy had to stretch very far. I'm pretty sure my mom has an excess of gravy that gets tossed every year.
Traditions are amazing things. When you join two families together sometimes there are small clashes in traditions and values.
Unfortunately my good china is all packed away but that's not what Thanksgiving is really about anyways so it didn't really matter. Once the food covered your plates you had no idea you were eating on my ugly day to day corel plates. I managed a good find in a pale yellow table cloth at the thrift store with nary a stain and 8 napkins so the table looked pretty nonetheless.
My pumpkin pies turned out very well. At least everyone praised them enough. I like pumpkin pie from scatch. No canned pumpkin for me. ;) My biscuits were a trifle hockey puckish but a little butter goes a long way to making the more edible and my stuffing was delish.
The turkey, well it was a little dry. I had to laugh because my husband babied that thing like crazy. I reassured him that nobody was bound to notice because they like it that way.
My husband really pitched in and came through for me. He helped prep all the vegetables, took care of nasty part of the turkey for me, set up the table and chased off the kids.
Happy Thanksgiving to you all. Hug your family close and remember all the things you are thankful for.
After a little bit of whine it should be fitting that I remind myself of a few of the things that I am thankful for:
I have a roof over my head.
I can feed my family.
I can cloth my family
I have a family who loves me.
I have three healthy children
I have a husband who works hard to provide for his family.
I have my own health and my husband is healthy.
and so much more.