Thanksgiving Eve: out to dinner and a friends house. Thanksgiving: hosting hubby’s mom’s side at our house (I don’t even have to do anything in the kitchen!). Thanksgiving Friday: my brother’s house with my side of the family. Thanksgiving Saturday: my father-in-law’s for that side of the family.
We do pretty simple traditional things. Turkey, canned cranberry jelly =), stuffing (my mom always makes Rachel Ray’s stuffin’ muffins), mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes with marshmellows, green bean casserole, sweet corn (that was frozen at the end of summer), pumpkin pie. But there are also some not so traditional things: sauerkraut and a wild rice/mushroom dish.
I think its a terrific holiday. It’s a great chance to get together with your family and celebrate one another and the blessings of another year. My church doesn’t really do a thanksgiving service – although we did move Laity Sunday to last week and our theme was creation and abundance and thanskgiving… we sang lots of great old hymns and it was a nice way to kind of bring Thanksgiving in. I don’t like that all of our secular holidays make it into the church year. So we are sticking with Reign of Christ this Sunday.
I’m grateful for my church which has always given me the opportunity to try new things, even if we fail miserably at them. I’m grateful for people across the world who are living out their faith in creative and authentic ways. I’m grateful for my close family and that we are finding new ways to support one another. I’m grateful for my husband and the ways that we keep muddling through this crazy thing called marriage.
I’m not entirely sure, but I found that picture of a cake up above and I think that’s the kind of cake pan she would have and the kind of cake she would make. Nothing fancy – just sweet and warm and delicious. I picture her red dress being a little worn and faded, because it’s her favorite and she wears it over and over again. I picture a table heaping full of food from the garden, things that were canned and saved away over the summer and fall. I picture a turkey perfectly cooked – maybe a little overdone – that is far to big for her and Uncle Frank to eat. And I hope that someone shows up at their house to eat with them.