It was my first time to celebrate the holiday on the actual day, with my family, in the house I grew up in, since 2007. Also, the first one to celebrate with my beautiful lady from Korea, Jordyn. She had never eaten American food, so why not learn with the biggest food celebration of the year. It’s a quick holiday, unless you’re the one cooking. My mom runs on that mysterious motherly multi-tasking autopilot. The kitchen windows open, oven blasting, stovetops burning, football on the TV, wine bottles scattered, firewood evaporating in the chimney, friendly chatter and cheer abounds. We had 14 people this year. Taking pictures during chaos is hard, add hunger to the equation, and I’m lucky to have snapped any photos. The dishes for our house were: turkey, ham, gravy, mashed potatoes, yam casserole, green bean casserole, canned and cooked cranberries, stuffing (aka dressing), carrots, rolls, pumpkin and apple pies, wine and beer. There was also a nice serving of various appetizers.
This was my second plate and not quite as full as the first, but you get the idea.
And, for dessert, the Philadelphia Eagles manhandled the Dallas Cowboys 33-10. It was a treat. Here you can see the Cowboys pinned against their own end zone.
The day went as planned and we ate together for the first time in a long time. Thanksgiving holds a special place in my heart as a day set aside to eat, watch football, and nap. The real thanks should be given to the chefs who make it happen, Thank You!