.....including the mother who is anxiously awaiting turkey.
See, the year after I was born, which was the week before Thanksgiving she placed me on the turkey platter and brought me to the table! Apparently my grandfather had a fit, claiming she was going to drop me.
She didn't.
I survived.
And now the story is legend. I do love the platter and the plates. My parents bought the set for my grandparents 25th wedding anniversary in 1953. I have them now. They really are beautiful.
Now continuing....
I lost the wishbone war.
This was our menu:
Turkey of course
Dressing
Mashed potatoes
Gravy
Butternut squash (from our garden!)
Cranberry sauce from our family recipe
Cranberry chutney from P. Allen Smith's recipe
My cousin's cranberry pear dish
Olives
KayLee's homemade rolls
FOUR pies - 2 pumpkin, an apple and a grape
Real whipped cream
Chestnuts
Clementines
There was nothing green. Oh wait, anise. You know the celery that tastes like licorice.
Family, friends, good food, good conversation, singing children and my sweet husband who cleaned up the WHOLE MESS. The kitchen was spotless when we went to bed.
He really should teach husband classes.
Excuse me while I go decorate the tree.
