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Thanksgiving Preparation


Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I am hosting again this year. It will just be my hubby's parents and my parents and us, so not a big crowd, but I manage into making it a lot of work.

For the last week I have been cleaning. You know, the areas of the house that no guest will see, but that you HAVE TO HAVE CLEAN. The drawer under the oven where I keep all bake ware. The Tupperware cabinet (that was horrible . . . every time I opened it a new piece to tupperware fell out onto the floor, but not anymore). My largest cleaning project is our back room. It was our office, but since we have moved the computer to the living room, that room has been horribly neglected and a MESS). I have spent a great deal of time in there, throwing things out, organizing them. Again, no one will go into it, but my goal was to have it clean for Thanksgiving, so it is getting done.

Other cleaning projects will have to wait till tomorrow morning. I have a 2 yr old and a 5 yr old, so it does not make sense for me to make the kitchen floor sparkle today when we still have several more meals that will get spilled on the floor before our guests arrive. Also, I live in a house of men, so cleaning the main bathroom will be a waste today. These will have to wait till tomorrow.

This morning, I started cooking for tomorrow. I made the cranberry sauce. The sweet potatoes are currently baking, so they are ready for the sweet potato casserole tomorrow. I have pulled out all the bread for the stuffing and, once I am done with this post, will start cooking the sausage and celery and onions for the stuffing. I am trying to do as much as I can today, so I am not stressed tomorrow.

I love Thanksgiving. I would like to say it is not about the food and only about family, but, for me the food is so important too. I have fond memories of amazing Thanksgivings at my Grandparent's house that my Grandmother used to cook. Everything was made from scratch. One year, after K was born, I really did not want to cook. So, my mother in law said that if we had everyone over to our house for Thanksgiving, she would buy one of those prepackaged dinners from the local grocery store. Ir sounded like a good idea. But, after that dinner, I thought to my self, never again. It just did not seem like Thanksgiving. So, in my small and imperfect way, I try to recreate the Thanksgiving meal I remember from growing up. For me, cooking this meal helps me to remember my grandmother. And again, I feel closer to her. Gosh, I miss her.

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