Always Thanksgiving. The last Thursday in November.
The ones I remember as a child included dinner ending with pie. Lots of pie. I can't think of any of my mama's pies that weren't spectacular.
Turkey was so so. I'm sure my aversion to meat was already in motion. My youngest granddaughter does not like meat either. When she is at my house I prepare an extra helping of whatever I'm having instead of meat. She is happy.
Neither did I partake of the turkey stuffing in my early years. Mama cut the onions and celery up so that they were recognizable. I was picky about that. I still am not crazy about hunks of onions in food, so they get pulverized before I put them in my dishes. I like chunky celery now. Thank goodness my childhood antipathy for some crunchy good things went away.
Mashed potatoes and gravy was never left on my plate. Licked it clean. I am still a 'tator' girl. Fried, baked, boiled, hot, cold. As long as it is cooked.
In the past 15 years I started a new holiday food tradition of jello with raspberries, pineapple, bananas, and sour cream. My 12-year old grandson was sad when he found out that we wouldn't be traveling to spend this holiday at their house. His response was, "What? No special grandma jello?" I forget that anything I've done in the past 15 years is forever to all of my grandchildren. The eldest will be 18 on Friday. How I remember as if it was yesterday, his little squirmy body in my arms right after his birth.
Occasionally the holiday lands on our wedding anniversary. Or does our anniversary land on the holiday. Either way we get a nice dinner.
I had lots of things to be thankful for as a child. I still do.
Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate it here.. and blessings on all.
…and then something hit the house
8 hours ago