Like millions of people (mostly women) across the country, this week I turned into a Cooking Monster. I long ago learned the wisdom of doing most of the cooking for Thanksgiving the day before, leaving me unstressed on Thanksgiving Day itself.
So on Wednesday, I cooked.
I started out with wild rice stuffing.
...and bread stuffing.
Lydia was, of course, very attentive during this process.
For dinner rolls, I used a recipe from our neighbor Enola Gay's The Prepared Family Cookbook:
Called "Angel Biscuits," they're a light but flat dinner roll. Very good.
I made two blueberry pies and one pumpkin pie:
And, as usual, I made a huge mess.
By the time everything was cleaned up Wednesday evening...
...75 percent of our feast was made.
Thanksgiving Day dawned without rain, which is something of a rarity lately. Since snow is expected in the extended forecast, Don decided to take advantage of the weather and cut some firewood.
Then he split...
...while Younger Daughter manhandled the rounds over to him.
Meanwhile I put the turkey on to bake...
...whipped some cream...
...and cleaned the house. We were expecting two sets of neighbors for dinner.
After Don finished splitting the firewood...
...Younger Daughter loaded it in the wheelbarrow and dumped it on the porch, and I stacked it.
She also set the table.
The bird came out about the time our guests started arriving. Don's the expert gravy-maker, so he busied himself with that, as well as carving.
The guests brought so many dishes -- mashed potatoes and green bean casserole and deviled eggs and bottles of wine -- that we couldn't fit it on the table and had to use the counters for a sideboard. What a blessing indeed!
We had just the loveliest dinner and visit.
Afterwards, I put the turkey carcass in a pot of water with a splash of vinegar...
...and I'll can up turkey stock today.
Just a bit of Thanksgiving humor:
Above all, we remember this as a holiday expressly for the purpose of giving thanks to God for His glorious bounty. We cherish not just the food, warmth, and shelter He's provided, but the bounty of our friends and family as well -- which is why an essay entitled Why Thanksgiving is Inescapably Theological, sent by reader Rob, is extremely apropos.
A blessed (post) Thanksgiving to everyone!