I received a picture request, but I really don’t have many pictures of myself. I’m usually the one snapping the goofy pictures.
Over the past several years I’ve learned some things about myself. Some of those things are not so pleasant, some I can live with, and yet others things must change. I think self-examination is good every now and again. Helps keep my head from floating too far in clouds or being buried in the sand leaves blowing around my backyard.
Anyway, in this time of self-enlightenment, I’ve discovered that I’m just not a good planner. I procrastinate. I should have picked-up on this fact sooner since I always send belated birthday cards. I Christmas shop every Christmas Eve (early in the day of course), and I grocery shop for Thanksgiving on Wednesday.
With this revelation came acceptance. I’m just not a good planner. I’m an idea person. I’ve ALWAYS got an idea! Unfortunately it’s usually last minute. Not everyone accepts me for who I am. For instance, the grocery store clerk does not care that I will need a Turkey next Wednesday and it must come already defrosted. So, I’ve decided that there are some things I must prepare for ahead of time. I purchased my husband came home with a turkey last week. He knows and has reluctantly accepted my wayward traits.
A lack of planning is not acceptable when you have company coming to dinner…you see, I’m learning. For a few weeks now I’ve been reading blogs filled with preparation, meal planning, and table setting ideas for Thanksgiving. Wow, I’m way behind schedule!
Blogger-buddies, I’m hurrying…don’t get too far ahead of me in this Holiday planning. Some of us are just a little less anal about our entertaining than others.
After much thought and deliberationa wing and a prayer, I’ve decided what I will serve this Thanksgiving (provided the grocery store still has all the necessary ingredients next Wednesday). All things are subject to change. Isn’t that the wonderful thing about life?
First we will have a turkey. No duh…I know, but this year I’m lining the top of turkey with bacon. Ahhhh, bacon makes all things delightful! This was a tip from my neighbor. I’m taking her at her word even though her specialty is cookies and cakes. I’m not sure what a pastry chef knows about cooking turkeys, but she’s got my trust. Bacon it is!
Next I will be making my sausage stuffing. This is a Jimmy Dean recipe I clipped from a magazine years ago and it’s become a Thanksgiving tradition. This stuffing is packed with mushrooms, spinach, celery, onions, and of course sausage. I hate it. No, really, I do. Everyone else loves it and my husband needs this stuffing on Thanksgiving, so I oblige him…just on holidays.
I’m serving candied yams with apples. Another tradition stemming from a recipe featured in Country Living magazine (my favorite!). Yams, Granny Smith apples, and onions are chunked and drizzled with honey. They are seasoned and pats of butter are spread throughout the pan. Smells yummy.
I’m also making fresh green beans with bacon (my favorite food, second only to cheese) and sliced almonds. I do love this dish.
And we must have the good old staples – mashed potatoes, gravy and bread.
This year I’m incorporating three new recipes. Home-made BBQ sauce thanks to Texas Woman’s secret family recipe. I figured we Yankees could use a little Texas BBQ at our table this Thanksgiving.
I’m also going to attempt a Pecan Pie featured on The Pioneer Woman. It looks scrumptious, but I know I don’t like pecan pie. This will be a labor of love – a gift for my husband…the holiday thing again.
Another new recipe for our table will be fresh corn with wild rice.
My guests are bringing dessert…isn’t that nice? I can’t wait to have an overstuffed belly, 10 loads of dirty dishes, and indigestion.
I’m so thankful to all of you who’ve pledged to pray and send donations to Abby. At a time when I was growing cynical, you have restored my faith in humankind. I have so much to be thankful for this Thanksgiving. Abby has come through surgery very well. She’s not out of the woods yet and will be hooked-up to a machine that will keep her joints mobile. She’ll also be facing another round of chemo, so keep praying.