Friday, November 27, 2009

I bet the pilgrims never had a Thanksgiving like this

This year was our first Thanksgiving ever on our own. For the past three years we have spent our Thanksgivings sleeping late, going to Mom and Dad Knight's house just in time to eat, and then napping on their couches all afternoon with breaks only for seconds and thirds on pie. Before that, all of the Thanksgivings I can remember were at my grandparents' house. There were always so many aunts, uncles, and parents around that everyone in my generation was kept out of the kitchen until the meal was ready.
Todd gets really excited about Thanksgiving. His relationship with turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and gravy is almost romantic.
I decided that since he works so hard, he should not be deprived of everything he loves about Thanksgiving just because we can't drive 15 minutes to his parents' house in the middle of the day. Having never even seen a Thanksgiving dinner prepared, I knew this meal was going to be a project. When I was preparing the turkey, I got it all dressed and ready to go in the oven, only to discover that my roasting pan was too big for my smaller than average oven. I had to make a quick switch, but the turkey made it. The only other mishap, not counting the pumpkin pie filling spilled all over the inside of my oven, was with gravy. I worked on it for half an hour and could not get it to thicken. I was on the verge of giving up and making the instant gravy that I bought just in case, when the gravy miraculously thickened to the perfect consistency! Too bad I have no idea how I made it work. Two burns and two finger slices later, we had a beautiful turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, croissants, and pumpkin pie. Todd had his Thanksgiving!It wasn't perfect, though. We missed the festive atmosphere our extended family brings to the holiday. Todd spent Thanksgiving day coughing, sneezing, and pretending not to be miserable so that I would let him help watch Jared while I cooked. He would make any sacrifice necessary to get his turkey! After a sleepless Thanksgiving night, we took him to the doctor's office where he was diagnosed with a mild case of pneumonia. While it hasn't managed to ruin our holiday, being sick does take a lot of the fun out of it.
Jared enjoyed his Thanksgiving feast like any other meal. He is happy to coo and babble until his daddy sneezes or blows his nose, which makes him jump about a foot every time.
The great news for us is that on this side of Thanksgiving we can start to get really excited for our Christmas holiday. We will see all of you missed family and friends in less than a month! That is something to be thankful for.


Natchel said...

haha it looks like Savannah is going to eat that pie all by herself! That's what I would do...

supercheyenne said...

Really? You don't remember the year we went to a restaurant for Thanksgiving? That was the year you broke your toe playing on a see-saw in an irresponsible manner. Also, did you make those croissants from scratch or did you cheat and pop open a can?

Savannah said...

I do remember the restaurant year. How could I forget you breaking my toe? That was only once, though, so it doesn't count as a Thanksgiving tradition. The croissants were from scratch, with a lot of guidance from Mom.