Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. It is the opening act of the holiday season. The family is all together and there is enormous amounts of food. But, for all of that, the Wednesday before Thanksgiving may truly be my favorite part.
Wednesday is the preparation for all that is to come. Hours are spent in the kitchen. Phone calls are exchanged to verify kickoff time for the annual football game. It is the anticipation that is exciting. Then there is the dressing.
I am sitting here at working counting the hours until I can get home. For the first time ever the Making of the Dressing will be at my home, but other than location, nothing is changing. This is a relatively simple task that has taken on so much history. It has long been a generational gathering. In the beginning it was my grandmother, my mother and me. Three generations elbow deep in cornbread. After my grandmother passed my niece joined us, keeping it three generations. We laugh, we tell stories and we talk about the past. And we make a washtub full of dressing. Really. We make it in a washtub because that is the only thing big enough to contain the mounds of cornbread and chicken and celery and onions and the family lore we have built around it.
Thursday is the feast. Wednesday is the feast for the soul.
Stuffed full of love
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Yum. Thanksgiving was a tub full of love. All the family made it down and back home safely. It was a great holiday and the dressing was top notch, if I do say so myself. Now, I’m stuffed full of love and ready to bring on the holiday cheer.