Since going back on Weight Watchers, I have really come to appreciate the foods I desperately miss, as I am currently on my diet of vegetables, diet coke and oxygen. That said, there are only 60ish days until Thanksgiving, so I haven't a moment to lose! Let's plan!!!!
See, I am an Irish Girl, adopted into a Polish Family. As an honoray Polack, I HAVE to be able to cook, or they might think there is something seriously wrong with me (I just KNEW there was something that wasnt right with her...") Easter and Christmas Eve Dinners are critical for proving one's worthiness in a Polish Family. While I love making pierogies, mushroom soup, kluski, haluski, etc, I LIVE FOR THANKSGIVING!
This Thanksgiving is going to be a drastic change for me. My husband and I have managed to get out of having Thanksgiving with our relatives for 12 years. The reason? We got married the day before Thanksgiving and we have always insisted that we go away for our anniversary. It didn't matter that Thanksgiving is a different day every year. It was just understood and no one gave us grief for it. Instead, we have had the good fortune of having Thanksgiving with various friends all these years. And it has been AWESOME! No stress, no family fistfights. Just lots of drinking, eating, laughing and belching. We have enjoyed Thanksgiving dinner in our various apartments, our friends' home in Virginia, a cabin in Pennsylvania, a cabin with a hot tub in Maryland, you get the picture. This year, my husband has decided that it would be rude if we didn't invite his family here since we live only two hours away from them.
It's not that I don't like his family--quite the opposite. It's just that it's going to be weird. I now suddenly worry that my food will be deemed too fancy because it isn't out of a can (except for the canned cranberry sauce--yum!). Whenever we have hosted Thanksgiving, I have always gotten in touch with friends to go over the menu. I have always felt it is important to have dishes that they love in addition to my own. "Mashed potatoes with parsnips you said? Sounds great. I will make those plus MY kind with cream cheese, garlic and heavy whipping cream!" or "Pumpkin pie? Certainly. I will also make two of my sweet potato bourbon pies..." If the food item was something they wanted to prepare themselves, so much the better! I think the bottom line is that I am a Thanksgiving control freak. I want everything to go well, but I ultimately want it to go my way.
A Husband's Family Thanksgiving also means little drinking because it isn't appreciated (unlike a holiday with my mother in which her morning coffee is spiked with bourbon at 5AM.) I am ashamed to admit that I don't think I have actually been completely sober for the past 12 Thanksgivings (except for the 2 in which I was pregnant and all bitched-up). Those dinners are some of the best I have ever eaten. What if they were actually figments of my drunken imagination and my food really tastes like dog crap? What if last year's Organically Fed Free Range Turkey wasn't as succulent as I remember, but because I was pregnant, my hormones led me to believe that it WASN'T cardboard? Now what do I do?
It just seems to early to get hives on my chest over a silly meal. But they're there.
I am off to do some reconnaissance work. I saw that there is a turkey farm down the road and I want to find the best one before someone else gets it. Tonight, I will start planning my menu...