Happy Turkey!
Catherine and Basil are at the high school football game. The turkey’s in the oven, potatoes and brussels sprouts are prepped, cranberry relish has been prepared and pie is waiting for someone to take the first slice.
I am relishing the silence a bit more than I should, but it’s made for a good bit of reflection — something that along with my sanity is a big casualty of living out loud. Consequently, I’m glad to capture a few minutes to check in with myself whenever possible.
We’re still weeks away from kissing 2012 goodbye, but I’m struck by what a year it has been — busy, chaotic, a whirlwind of experiences both good and challenging, including some things I thought I couldn’t do, but surprised myself by pulling off.
Through it all, we’ve managed to keep laughing here on Halsey Drive — well, at least most of the time.
I should be making the stuffed mushrooms, stuffing and broccoli casserole, but while sauteing some onions and mushrooms, I got sidetracked
A friend was saying yesterday that growing up in an Italian-American household, she assumed everyone else ate pasta and gravy, meatballs and braciole before the turkey and fixins’ ever arrived. I had to smile, because that was the Thanksgiving of my childhood — antipasto; homemade ravioli, meatballs and braciole; THEN the turkey, stuffing, cranberry relish, etc; followed by several types of pie. (And for some of the grownups, Brioschi!)
Our Thanksgivings are a much tamer affair these days, foodwise. I was thinking this morning about Catherine’s introduction at 19 months to all the Thanksgiving goodies and lots of other old times.
Thank goodness I turned the saute pan off for a bit because it took me too long to unearth the photo I was thinking of (guess I have a new project for 2013). I’ve got to head back into the kitchen, but first I must share with you one of my favorite Catherine pictures:
Thanksgiving 1997. Today, Catherine will probably focus on side dishes only and ignore the turkey. Go figure!
Hope your turkey day is just as satisfying!
Pushing on a Rope 
I loved reading about your Thanksgivings of the past. What a wealthy heritage you had! I also love the picture of your precious daughter. Thanks for sharing – you touched my life in a special way with your words! Reia from http://www.southcountrysides.blogspot.com
Posted by reiadm | November 22, 2012, 6:15 pmAww, you’re very sweet. Thanks so much! Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!
Posted by Terri S. Vanech | November 22, 2012, 8:11 pmShe’s going to kill you for posting that picture! But it’s adorable. Will, at about that same age, was put in his high chair in the dining room at Bill’s parents so that we could set food on the table. We got all the food out, sat down, and discovered that we had placed Will too close to the cranberry sauce and he had eaten every bit. A whole pound of cranberries! It’s a good thing he was still cute because not only did the family not have cranberry sauce for their turkey, but he got it all over the good linen tablecloth as well.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Posted by Karen Waggoner | November 22, 2012, 12:45 pmLOVE this story! Does he still like the cranberries all these years later?
Posted by Terri S. Vanech | November 22, 2012, 8:13 pm