In the weeks before Thanksgiving, I was just pulling together this new blog, and contemplating my first recipe post. What to share? With the holidays fast approaching, the web was already awash with fantastic suggestions for turkey, stuffing, pie, and all things Thanksgiving. So much so, that for a brief moment, I considered breaking away from my traditional repertoire and revamping our menu entirely. “Wouldn’t it be fun,” I thought, “to kick off this blogging adventure with a few fresh new recipes? Surely I can find the time to choose, make, photograph, and draft some posts about – oh, say, a half dozen new dishes – before the holiday.” And in theory, it would have been fun.
So I contemplated adding my voice to the (very loud) internet Thanksgiving chorus. I perused November issues of Gourmet from years past. I envisioned creative and beautiful table decorations, against which this imagined feast would be photographed. But seriously? Let’s not kid ourselves. With a crazy work week ahead of me, and still recovering from the recent lack of (ahem – kids) sleep at our house, it would be all I could manage just to get the turkey on the table.
Manage I did, however. And without the added pressure of organizing a fancy new menu, I was able to contemplate a few other things.
Like the memories of Thanksgivings past, when my mom would make some of the very same recipes I was making now. Like the fact that our little house was full and bustling and warm with visiting family. I was able to actually enjoy the cooking and the baking and the sounds of my kids playing with their cousins. And I was even able to try out a couple of new recipes (which I’ll be telling you about soon).
When all was said and done, at the end of the day a little, tiny part of me was still thinking about my imaginary Thanksgiving. But most of me was learning to sit back, relax, and be thankful for all the wonderful blessings of my real Thanksgiving.
I hope you all enjoyed a fun, safe, and delicious holiday.