A tumbling-down barn
These are the things of a rural life and Thanksgiving.
Clyde lives on my sister and brother-in-law's farm. I'm sure he's thankful he's not a turkey!
One of my favorite dishes belonged to my grandmother, my mother, and who knows who else. It'a rustic Bennington dish that always comes out in the fall.
I'm a traditionalist when it comes to Thanksgiving. I cook like my mom did, everything from scratch. I want turkey on my table with all the trimmings of potatoes mashed smoothed with velvety gravy cascading over the mound. Unlike most of my family I prefer dressing to stuffing, but it must be fragrant with lots of sage and onion. I want sweet potatoes laced with brown sugar and butter. I don't care what's on top, pecans, marshmallows or nothing at all. It's all good. Homemade rolls heaped in a basket waiting to play host to a pat of golden butter, and pies...apple, pumpkin, and oh how I long for a pie filled with rich, homemade mincemeat. I'm the only person in my entire family that adores mincemeat pie, so it's just not worth making. *sigh
I'm looking forward to entertaining family for Thanksgiving. I have my To-Do List ready for today and tomorrow is grocery and baking day. The scent of apple and pumpkin pies and my mom's cloverleaf rolls will mingle together in a spicy-yeasty fragrance. Then there's creating a Thanksgiving tablescape, getting out the dishes, platters, and bowls needed, and oh so much to do!
Have a wonderful day!
