The Turkeys are Coming!

Growing up in a large family, there were few things that were sure to happen on a schedule. Plans were made and cancelled time and again. One thing remained true each year: we were going to have a turkey dinner on Thanksgiving and our parents were going to eat at the table with us. It was the most traditional holiday meal you could ask for and it was good down to the last bite of turkey sandwich three days later. We spent at least all day cooking and had the best evening meal of the year knowing through the whole thing that we better think what we were thankful for cause the question would come up in a few minutes and we wanted to have a good one.



Last year was the first time since I've been married that we actually had a turkey for thanksgiving at the Powell's. Sad, I know. Well...to me it is. They didn't think so, I guess. They've always just had ham with "hen" dressing ("hen" being chicken). I guess Southern traditions are so different from what I grew up with. I kind of like it. It's funny to me, though. And I miss my turkey.


So what changed last year? Me. I bought and cooked a turkey. Simple as that. I don't know if I will this year or not. We'll just have to see...and I guess I have today to make that decision if I want it to be thawed in time for cooking.

I do know that I'll have to be baking a few pumpkin pies and buying, or perhaps making, some good, old-fashioned eggnog. Either how, I'll be going to see the little bean boy very soon.