I've never been a big fan of Thanks-giving. For most people, it includes football games, lots of family and friends and tons of food. So, I've avoided it for the last few years. There's no avoiding it anymore. My sister declared her home my "real" home, cooked all of my absolute Southern favorites and there was no talk of football, even though Roger, Barbara's hubby, is a real football fan...
The menu included everything that makes Thanksgiving the ultimate food holiday of the year. We had sweet potato casserole, corn pudding, mashed potatoes, gravy (cooked in the roasting pan, like it should be), juicy turkey (cut off the bones, so that my daughter, Stephanie, wouldn't get all freaky about it looking like a bird), cranberry something or other, green beans wrapped in bacon (to die for) and my Dad's recipe of pecan pie and a new treat: Pumpkin Trifle...like pumpkin bread, whipped cream and pumpkin all mixed together in layers.
Man, oh man...it was like home. Lots of good memories about growing up, more bonding for my daughter and her Auntie Barbara and Christopher, Stephanie's boyfriend, got to see we actually weren't raised by wolves.
I've put in a request for Christmas...roast beast with Yorkshire pudding...(I know, a little presumptuous and greedy but she's such a good cook...)
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