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(Level: 183.4 - Posts: 754)
Tue, 11th Nov '08 2:14 AM
REMEMBERING THANKSGIVING DINNER
Close your eyes. Take some deep breaths and remember the smells of Thanksgiving dinner--the wondrous smells wafting from the steamy kitchen? the woodsy smell of a crackling fire in the fireplace? the dog, wet from rolling around in the snow?
Keep your eyes closed. Listen. What do you hear? The clatter of pots in the kitchen? the tink-tink of silverware on china? the low rumble of conversation? a fussy toddler wanting to get out of its high chair?
Don't open your eyes yet. Remember the tastes of Thanksgiving--the rich brown gravy running in streams off mounds of fluffy mashed potatoes? the tartness of orange-cranberry relish? the sightly yeasty taste of crusty homemade rolls slathered with melting butter? pie crust flaking over your tongue and filling the inside of your mouth?
Not yet! Keep your eyes closed a bit longer. Remember smoothing the heavy linen of infrequently-used cloth napkins that no one wanted to soil by wiping hands or lips? Remember carefully lifting the turkey-laden platter as you passed it to your left? Remember constantly rearranging bowls and platters on the table to make room as others appeared? Remember wishing they'd stop passing food around and let you eat what was piled on your plate?
Now open your eyes. Look around. Remember who sat where at the Thanksgiving table--Mom next to Baby in his high chair? Grandpa and Dad at the end of the table near the football game on television (with the sound off)? Grandma at the kitchen end of the table? You next to Auntie Kay who smelled like lavender and warm elastic? Your brother next to you looking angelic while kicking at your leg under the table?
What do you remember about Thanksgiving dinner?
(Level: 149.3 - Posts: 4183)
Tue, 11th Nov '08 2:26 AM
Dad would get up early to make the stuffing. His secret ingredient was a half a can of beer. Don't know what happened to the other half.
(Level: 162.6 - Posts: 5426)
Tue, 11th Nov '08 3:31 AM
Gosh, you described Thanksgiving Day perfectly. Well except for the aunt who smelled like lavender and elastic.
I remember the kids watching the Thanksgiving Day parades on TV and the wonderful aroma of the turkey roasting in the oven. Every time we'd open the oven to baste the turkey, a fresh whiff of roast turkey filled the kitchen and drifted off into the other rooms. All too soon, everyone would stop by the kitchen wanting to know "how much longer"
Dad always grew a huge garden and Mom frozen dozens of quart bags of creamed corn. When it was warmed up, a big chunk of butter was stirred in and some salt and pepper added. That was a tasty treat that brought back memories of fresh roasting ears of just a few months earlier.
My mother had baked her rolls the day before and wrapped them in aluminum foil. After the turkey came out of the oven, the oven was turned off and the rolls placed in the oven to warm up. They tasted just like freshly baked rolls. Topped with a pat of butter and some of Mom's homemade chokecherry jelly, it was like having dessert.
But, of course, it couldn't be dessert, because there were several pumpkin pies waiting to be cut into six pieces each and put on pie plates. Topped with a scoop of vvanilla ice cream, it was a tasty treat.
When it was time for the evening meal everyone was as stuffed as the turkey had been earlier. But you can't let good food go to waste, can you? So out came the leftover salads, vegetables and the cold turkey. Several would say they were so full they couldn't eat a thing, but after the food was on the table, it wasn't long until they would take their place at the table for a few bites of turkey and cranberry relish. (Gosh, just thinking about the fresh-ground cranberries and apples cooked with sugar and a little orange zest added makes my mouth water right now!). There always seemed to be room for ice cream for dessert.
We saved the turkey bones and put them in a big kettle, covered them with water and let them simmer for an hour or more. Then we'd pick the little bits of meat left on the bones and we'd have turkey stock for soup for the next day.or two.
OK, now I've made myself hungry so I'll have to get a snack before I go back to bed tonight!
Great topic Cujgie
(Level: 67.1 - Posts: 4583)
Tue, 11th Nov '08 6:39 AM
No, she said "warm" elastic! hahahahahahaha
Yep, that pretty well describes all the Thanksgivings when I was growing up, too.
So I'll share a friend's recollection. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
It was my friend's turn to bring the dressing. I had...I mean, my friend had made homemade stuffing before, it should be no big deal.
Stuffing is like magic. For reasons totally unknown it can turn out...well, different.
So my friend brought this huge corningware thing of stuffing. It looked beautiful.
Then we...i mean, they took a bite and it was pushed to the side of the plates to remain the rest of the meal.
They were gracious. Nobody complained. They kindly offered to cover the dish so my friend could take the remainder back home.
But first, my friend put some on a plate down in the floor for the cat to enjoy. The cat sniffed, circled the plate, sniffed.......then turned around and acted like it was something in a catbox and started trying to cover it up!!!!
(Level: 51.9 - Posts: 111)
Wed, 12th Nov '08 11:29 AM
I'm remembering the first Thanksgiving that I had agreed to host the family dinner. I had never baked a turkey before so I was trying to remember seeing my mom prepare the ole bird for the oven. I vaguely remembered the bird's little arms being bent back and secured behind what used to be his neck, as if he were kicked back watching the game on TV. My x-mother-in-law, who lived across the street and thought turkeys should be boiled (YUCK), was over helping me. I learned very quickly that apparently I was suppose to bend those little arms back BEFORE I buttered his plump soon to be delicious body. That bird flew across the counter and across the kitchen floor so fast. Everytime I tried to pick him up he would take off again. It took both of us to catch that little sucker and get him restrained in the sink. OMG! Thanks for the memories ! I remember laughing so hard I peed on myself when it happened.
(Level: 165.0 - Posts: 677)
Wed, 12th Nov '08 12:06 PM
A friend of ours is from the US and they celebrate the US Thanksgiving. What's a great thanksgving day dinner without football? The serotonin has lulled you into your favoite chair to watch the gridiron action. This is a case of the have and have nots. The two teams who always play on Thanksgiving are the Dallas Cowboys and the Detroit Lions (though not necessarily against each other). This early game this year is the Lions plaing the Titans which as of this writing are undefeated and the Lions winless. After that effort in futility the Cowboys will meet and defeat the Seattle Seahawks and cover the spread. Won't watch the late game as Thursday is Survivor night. So enjoy only 16 days left.
(Level: 163.1 - Posts: 2475)
Wed, 12th Nov '08 12:11 PM
Wouldnt it be hilarious if the Lions won?
(Level: 51.9 - Posts: 111)
Fri, 14th Nov '08 11:12 PM
Does anybody have a good......and simple receipe for asparagus casserole? I want something different on the table this year.
(Level: 41.3 - Posts: 1312)
Sat, 15th Nov '08 8:26 AM
At my mother's house we had the greatest meals ever, especially some of the Italian specials my mother made or brought home from the restraunt she worked with her friends for almost forty years. Like this year, my birthday is either on or a few days away, so birthday cake was around. Here comes the weird part. Even before us three kids were married we always ate at my mom and dad's house, the weird thing was we were through before noon (birthday cake and all)...
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