Then to the turkey, MandiAnne whispers "uncooked turkeys are gross." She is really freaked out by the turkey neck and giblets. The cooking, mixing, chopping, baking continues with congenial ribbing.
I set the table for the family, memories of childhood Thanksgiving dinner come to mind. Dinner at my grandmother house with cards tables lined up with the dinning room table through the kitchen and into the living room. The children's table in the small front bedroom. Aunts, uncles and cousins passing sliced turkey, mashed potatoes, grandpa's indian corn and more. Then later when the families got larger, we shared Thanksgiving day dinner with my aunt Phyllis at the farm. And when her family grew, we started having them at home.
My brother and nephew arrive. I have built a fire in the living room. Its flames curl around the wood, then scent of its smoke mixes with the scent of the baking turkey.
While waiting for the Turkey to cook, we all create paper sack turkeys.>
Dinner was served. Mom put together a delightful meal. Turkey, dressing, potatoes, gravy, vegetables, cranberries and rolls were pasted. Later pumpkin pie was served.
Then those with in-laws and ex-in-law left to attend other gathering. Those that stayed did dishes..... dishes ... dishes, and more dishes. Kitchen and dishes clean. Turkey and left overs in the frig....
We sit by the fire for a nap. After all we all know that turkey makes one sleepy.
Have a Happy Thanksgiving day!