I love Thanksgiving. It’s all about food and family, without the pressure of the gift exchange. In years past, I’ve prepared my Thanksgiving menus at least a month in advance. I’d send a few menu options out to our guests (Rockford’s parents) and let them vote on which they’d like. (My father-in-law inevitably wanting to mix-and-match the offerings.)
This year, though, I had other things on my mind leading up to today’s festivities. As such, I didn’t prepare a menu at all. My mother-in-law and I tossed some ideas around earlier this week, and our menu sort of just shaped itself.
And here it is:
All natural, hormone-free turkey with hand-crafted gravy.
Traditional sage-sourdough stuffing.
Sweet potato souffle crowned with buttery-crisp pecans.
Pomme de terre cuite au four.
Buttery green peas.
Pear butter pumpkin pie.
My sister-in-law apparently had no trouble coming up with a menu this year. She also apparently has a team of sous-chefs at her service. Over-achiever.
A sweet, funny little girl — who makes me laugh all day long.
A cuddly little boy — who only woke up three times last night.
An unimaginably helpful and supportive husband — who just washed the dishes and unloaded the dryer and got up with the cuddly boy for one feeding last night and is making sweet potatoes right now. And he’s mighty handsome to boot.
An equally helpful and supportive extended family.
