Celebrating Thanksgiving has always been a treasured memory from my childhood. I remember Mom doing the “turkey dance” in the morning, entertaining us kids with some stylish moves before putting it in the oven. While we watched the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, she would be busy getting all the traditional dishes together. Then come nightfall, the relatives would come over with their contributions, and we’d all take our places at our respective kids’ & adult tables. The next day, we would all get up early and, unlike the rest of shopping America, pile into our blue VW van for a trip to Detroit for the annual table tennis tournament, but that’s another blog post.
Now that those days are over, and I have become an official adult with a husband, I’ve taken on the hosting of Thanksgiving at our home. But this is no easy task, especially for someone like me who avoids cooking whenever possible. For 2012, I did a practice cooking session a few weeks beforehand just for my husband and me, using a small turkey. It turned out pretty amazing for a first try. Come Thanksgiving, I cooked the huge bird for our 15 guests, and that one was even better. (Looking back, it is a wonder that the turkey didn’t end up of my head, à la Joey…or at least the cat’s head – she is getting pretty bad about jumping up on the counter.)