it’s been awhile, I know.
Here we are, Thanksgiving week and I’m getting ready for what is usually my favorite time of the year. Although this year has been difficult, I am still enamored with everything Autumn.
Growing up, Thanksgiving was always my favorite holiday. Of course, as a child, Christmas was right up there ( who are we kidding, I was a kid) but Thanksgiving always meant one thing.
Spending time with my grandparents.
I remember on year being so excited worth the anticipation of The holiday, asking my mom why we had a Christmas Eve, but not a Thanksgiving Eve. The excitement of the day before with my grandparents coming to visit just felt like a holiday for me.
Their arrival meant a big bowl of fresh fruits & nuts , which for whatever reason was so exciting to me.
perhaps became I am both fruity AND nutty?
Anyway… Years moved on, my grandparents passed away far too soon , and somehow the magic of the holiday disappeared.
I mean. Thanksgiving was always there, but the ‘magical quality’ that I grew up remembering was not.
I was thinking back this morning, to when Scott & I had been married for 7 or 8 years.
We were headed to do the whole ‘drive an hour to eat one Thanksgiving meal with one side of our family to then go to the other family’s house to have yet another meal’ Not that we didn’t enjoy going to visit our families, but 2 Thanksgiving meals in one day was just too much.
I remember thinking how sad I was that somehow Thanksgiving had become a chore. I actually cried. I remember having Scott drive & me stupidly crying along the way, not being able to explain what was bothering me so.
When I finally realized it, I decided to make a change. OUR thanksgiving would be born. It would incorporate traditions from both Scott’s family as well as mine.
I would re-create the magic of the days leading up to turkey day.
“big cooking day” was born. That is the Wednesday before, the day that I remember looking out the window anxiously awaiting My memere & pepere’s car to pull up the driveway.
It now is a day of complete cooking from 5am on. with carols playing in the background and everyone having something to do with the up coming meal.
My very favorite day of the whole entire year.
Big cooking day smells like nothing else. I wish I could explain. It is truly unique.
In order for big cooking day to come to fruition, ‘big shopping day’ must happen.
No, I’m not talking about Black Friday. I’m talking about the Tuesday before the turkey.
I am armed with my lists, it is probably the one time of the year that I treat myself to a holiday beverage ( pumpkin chai latte or something of the sort) despite the ungodly amount of calories, and once I drop the kids off, I’m off to stock up the fridge & pantry.
This afternoon, Ali & I will head to Plato\’s Harvest Organic Farm to pick up our turkey that we have been watching Farmer Dave & Sasha raise for the last few months , as well as our Thanksgiving share of veggies. And say goodbye to the farm until the spring. (but not them, we’ll be visiting the winter Farmer’s market throughout the winter 😉
And then the cooking will begin.
I have many recipes to share. I know that I seem to be more going on with more stories than about actual food, but really, every dish has a story… and I’d like to share the recipes & the stories.
If you like cranberry sauce ( not the canned stuff, the real deal) stay tuned for an easy, amazing recipe. So pick yourselves up a bag of cranberries, a Naval orange and make sure you have a bit of sugar.
I”ll post the recipe this afternoon & you’ll be good to go.
With that, my friends, I must wake those kids of mine & get moving…. It’s going to be a crazy, exciting, busy day!