As always, Thanksgiving was a special family gathering for us this year. It was just our immediate family and grand parents. We spent a lot of time talking, munching on olives, catching up on each other's lives -- new jobs, home projects, ideas about the world. Jeanine, my mom and the 'traditional' partner of Creative Tradition, spent most of the morning in the kitchen prepping and cooking.
Thanksgiving is really her favorite holiday. She shows her family love through cooking and on Thanksgiving she really gets to shower us with food and love. She had the large bird in its bag, in its pan and in the oven before most of us arrived. The table was also dressed and ready with scraps of paper telling everyone what food went into what serving dish.
While waiting for the turkey to cook we had an opportunity to Skype with our far away family. We got to watch my younger nephews playing, dancing, nearly walking, doing somersaults, having fun. Its nice to be able to connect with family across the miles. It may not be the same as having them in the same room with you but seeing smiles and hearing voices is a wonderful thing.
As the time got closer to the meal everyone stepped up and helped in the kitchen stirring gravy, mashing potatoes, carving the turkey or really what ever mom asked of us. It made the kitchen a little tight to maneuver at times, especially with heavy, hot dishes but the feeling of family was palpable. My sister and I acted like the children we are in our hearts and stole little bits of food while mom chased after us with a wooden spoon. Despite the drama, hot plates, and MANY cooks in the kitchen the table got set, food was served and the family began the meal.
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| Table set with side dishes, waiting for the carved turkey. |
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| A perfect Thanksgiving plate! |
Thanksgiving is really her favorite holiday. She shows her family love through cooking and on Thanksgiving she really gets to shower us with food and love. She had the large bird in its bag, in its pan and in the oven before most of us arrived. The table was also dressed and ready with scraps of paper telling everyone what food went into what serving dish.
As the time got closer to the meal everyone stepped up and helped in the kitchen stirring gravy, mashing potatoes, carving the turkey or really what ever mom asked of us. It made the kitchen a little tight to maneuver at times, especially with heavy, hot dishes but the feeling of family was palpable. My sister and I acted like the children we are in our hearts and stole little bits of food while mom chased after us with a wooden spoon. Despite the drama, hot plates, and MANY cooks in the kitchen the table got set, food was served and the family began the meal.
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