This Thanksgiving will be a strange, rather sad one for me. I started cooking Thanksgiving dinners for a crowd well over 50 years ago, first for my parents and siblings and whatever guests were invited, then for my mom and siblings and guests after my dad had died, for my siblings and spouses after they married, and for my siblings, spouses, and their children after they started to arrive. Not all of my siblings and their families every year, of course, but frequently. We’ve had as many as 20 and generally no fewer than five. I may have gone to one of my siblings’ homes one Thanksgiving and just forgotten but it’s probably 60 family Thanksgiving dinners I’ve cooked.
This year it’s just my wife and me. No siblings or their families. No guests. I’ll put a picture of the table up after it’s been set.
I’m making the same things as I’ve made for years just downsized. Well, I didn’t make my cranberry sauce. We’ve got the cranberry mold my wife has made for years. That’s plenty. Maybe I’ll make my cranberry sauce in a day or so. I have the cranberries, the bourbon, and the black pepper. Just need to get some shallots and a lemon.
One of my nieces texted my wife to tell her she was giving making my wife’s famous pumpkin chiffon pie a try for the first time and her husband was smoking a turkey so I guess we’ve inspired the next generation at least a little.
May all of my readers and those with whom they celebrate whether near or far have a happy Thanksgiving!