Let the Wednesday starving commerce...is that just me?
No Wednesday starving here. We cook almost everything but the turkey on Wednesday (in progress now) as a family (me, DH, son, my mom)—it’s the highlight of our year. T-day itself is almost inconsequential. I make a pot of clam chowder and cheddar popovers early Wednesday afternoon along with setting up a never-ending champagne bar so we can sip and eat as we cook the Thanksgiving hors d’oeuvres, stuffing, sides, and desserts. We each have our recipe cards, roll up our sleeves, turn up the music, and go at it. It’s an all afternoon/evening riot of kitchen and cooking fun. We even set the table the day before (china, silver, crystal, linen, the works).
Thanksgiving morning, DH and son to the turkey on the grill, and we have a leisurely day as we only need to warm up the go-withs. We enjoy the meal but not as much as the making of it.
This year, for the first time, we are having Thanksgiving at our son’s, but he insists that we do it exactly as we’ve always done at home, so the tradition continues. His GF is in for a treat. (She’s making the pies.)