i can hear your sigh all the way over here.
i can’t not talk about thanksgiving. i mean, you guys know me and holidays. i mean i could not talk about it but not talking about it would be more annoying than talking about it and so i’m going to talk about it and we’re going to talk about it.
there are few things i get more excited about then the magic that will happen next thursday. so i’m going to ramble while i sprinkle in some of my favorite thanksgiving dishes. (but first a couple of old, festive, pain in my neck desserts i’ve made)
the sun still fast asleep, i’ll hear the whispers of footsteps come down the hall followed by the familiar creek of my bedroom door. the smell will hit me first, the aroma of a fresh cup of coffee and the familiar voice of my mom nearing the bed, one that is etched into my heart’s memory after years of finding comfort in it. of finding comfort in even the thought that it exists out there.
i’ll tell you something i haven’t even told my mom before. this is my very favorite part of the whole day. we go downstairs and start chopping and stirring and mixing. and that moment just feels like home more than most others. it’s what peace is to me. it’s about the only moment of peace we get in the entire day, but we relish in it. my mom and i have cooked together so often, we bicker while we do it, we dance while we do it. but we know how to dance around each other in the kitchen, know what one of us excels at and what we maybe we don’t, and we compliment it.
my other favorite part of thanksgiving is doing the dishes. i know how weird that sounds. but i used to volunteer to do it so i wouldn’t open my mouth when a relative said something i disagreed with and a fight inevitably would ensue. but i don’t know, i kind of like it. it’s like i’m watching my family in a snowglobe – just happy, all in one place. and i like to think i contributed to it. i get to be apart of it.
anyway, enough mush. here are some delicious things for your turkey day.
Rosemary Red Potatoes – because your cousin just told you his salary. he makes 4x more than you. he’s 22.
Mulled Wine – because your aunt martha just asked you if you had a boyfriend.
Baked apples – if you eat this slow enough, by the time you’re done they have may have moved past the conversation about whether or not you should start freezing your eggs.
Bacon wrapped dates – look, now you have a date for thanksgiving.
grateful note rolls – for the love of carbs. have everyone write what they’re grateful for and stick ’em in some rolls. you’ll never be so grateful for bread.
Bacon wrapped dates stuffed with goat cheese – it’s a bacon hug. plus, your aunt just got here and asked your mom if she could use the oven. and the stove.
bacon wrapped green bean bundles – because these have bacon and booze in them. but they’re totally a vegetable.
deviled eggs – pretend to choke on an egg, so you can leave the awkward conversation about why your grandma’s new boyfriend likes to have makeout time. head straight to the bar….
apple cider sangria – because bitchy resting face is a real thing.
brussels sprouts – because you’re cursing the button on your pants.
baked brie – it’s warm cheese. inside of bread. put leggings on for the love of pete.