Happy Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving, 2007
It would be almost sacrilegious not to write about Thanksgiving. , .
In past Thanksgiving columns I have told about our traditions, how thankful we are to be a family that loves each other, and how we miss our family that is no longer with us.
Excuse me for repeating anything from years back. But if I can’t remember what I wrote, you might not either.
I have been around for many Thanksgiving dinners. The first few years I of course don’t remember, but I have seen pictures of those happy days.
My grandma had the big dinner at her house until, after winning many battles, she lost her war. Then it was my mom’s turn.
Until got married. Then my family was invited to my in-laws They were such perfect days with my folks there, and we didn’t even have to cook. That went on for years. It was great.
Then it was my turn. We had everyone over at our house. By that time my mom was living with us. It was a joint effort. My mom was the Iron Chef and I was the side man.
And then, one year, it all came apart. My sister’s family grew and they had their own dinner. My kids were scattered. Ted was in college in Louisiana. Deb went to her in-laws in Wisconsin. Tracy had moved to Florida. Kelly and her family were in some other state, I don’t remember which one.
That left my husband, my mom, and me. I don’t know who said it-it was probably me. (I have been know to have some kooky ideas that sounded good at the time.)
We, (I) decided to not cook dinner, and take the day and clean all the carpeting in the house. My husband could have the couch and the whole day to watch football.
My mom worked on her Christmas stockings. (There was always more to make, including the dogs. Those stockings are a part of my mom that is a big part of our Christmas.
Anyway, I rented the Rug Doctor, went upstairs and started in my mom’s room. By the time I got to the dining room, my husband was watching the game with his eyes closed and "breathing" deeply.
It was time to eat. I boiled some hot dogs, served with Fisher Potato Chips. (If you lived in Rockford, you ate Fisher’s) I had a Coke in the bottle, and my husband a big glass of milk. I hope my mom had a beer.. That was our Thanksgiving dinner.
I’ll tell you something: That was a very depressing day. I felt like we were the only ones on the face of the earth that were not at a Thanksgiving dinner with family. The hot dogs weren’t even turkey dogs.
I’ve thought about that day. I should have gone to help serve food at the Salvation Army. I never did, but someday, when I turn the bird over to the girls, I will do it.
Our dinner this year will not see us all together. It’s okay, though, for half us will be at the lake, and half in Minneapolis. We will connect by phone, We will say, " Happy Thanksgiving, I love you." Before you know it, it will be Thanksgiving, 2008.
Until then, my friends, happy holidays to all of you.
It’s too late to give you any new recipes for your dinner I always thing I am going to try something new, but it always goes back to my mom’s bread dressing, and Texas Sheet Cake.
With Crock pot season coming, I got this one that would be good with your left-overs for the week-end.
, Crockpot Pear and Cherry Buckle
You will need:
1 26 ounce can cherry pie filling
2 15 ounce cans diced pears in syrup
1 box yellow cake mix
1 stick butter, cut into small pieces
1 t almond extract
1 packet maple and brown sugar instant oatmeal
whipped cream for serving
Spray a 5 quart crockpot with butter flavored cooking spray
Combine pie filling, pears and almond extract
Pour into crockpot
Sprinkle cake mix over fruit and dot with butter
Combine instant oatmeal and almond extract
Sprinkle over cake mixture
Place 8 paper towels over crockpot and secure with lid
(This traps the steam)
Cook on low for 4-6 hours-Do not lift lid for first 3 hours
Serve warm with whipped cream
Enjoy
It would be almost sacrilegious not to write about Thanksgiving. , .
In past Thanksgiving columns I have told about our traditions, how thankful we are to be a family that loves each other, and how we miss our family that is no longer with us.
Excuse me for repeating anything from years back. But if I can’t remember what I wrote, you might not either.
I have been around for many Thanksgiving dinners. The first few years I of course don’t remember, but I have seen pictures of those happy days.
My grandma had the big dinner at her house until, after winning many battles, she lost her war. Then it was my mom’s turn.
Until got married. Then my family was invited to my in-laws They were such perfect days with my folks there, and we didn’t even have to cook. That went on for years. It was great.
Then it was my turn. We had everyone over at our house. By that time my mom was living with us. It was a joint effort. My mom was the Iron Chef and I was the side man.
And then, one year, it all came apart. My sister’s family grew and they had their own dinner. My kids were scattered. Ted was in college in Louisiana. Deb went to her in-laws in Wisconsin. Tracy had moved to Florida. Kelly and her family were in some other state, I don’t remember which one.
That left my husband, my mom, and me. I don’t know who said it-it was probably me. (I have been know to have some kooky ideas that sounded good at the time.)
We, (I) decided to not cook dinner, and take the day and clean all the carpeting in the house. My husband could have the couch and the whole day to watch football.
My mom worked on her Christmas stockings. (There was always more to make, including the dogs. Those stockings are a part of my mom that is a big part of our Christmas.
Anyway, I rented the Rug Doctor, went upstairs and started in my mom’s room. By the time I got to the dining room, my husband was watching the game with his eyes closed and "breathing" deeply.
It was time to eat. I boiled some hot dogs, served with Fisher Potato Chips. (If you lived in Rockford, you ate Fisher’s) I had a Coke in the bottle, and my husband a big glass of milk. I hope my mom had a beer.. That was our Thanksgiving dinner.
I’ll tell you something: That was a very depressing day. I felt like we were the only ones on the face of the earth that were not at a Thanksgiving dinner with family. The hot dogs weren’t even turkey dogs.
I’ve thought about that day. I should have gone to help serve food at the Salvation Army. I never did, but someday, when I turn the bird over to the girls, I will do it.
Our dinner this year will not see us all together. It’s okay, though, for half us will be at the lake, and half in Minneapolis. We will connect by phone, We will say, " Happy Thanksgiving, I love you." Before you know it, it will be Thanksgiving, 2008.
Until then, my friends, happy holidays to all of you.
It’s too late to give you any new recipes for your dinner I always thing I am going to try something new, but it always goes back to my mom’s bread dressing, and Texas Sheet Cake.
With Crock pot season coming, I got this one that would be good with your left-overs for the week-end.
, Crockpot Pear and Cherry Buckle
You will need:
1 26 ounce can cherry pie filling
2 15 ounce cans diced pears in syrup
1 box yellow cake mix
1 stick butter, cut into small pieces
1 t almond extract
1 packet maple and brown sugar instant oatmeal
whipped cream for serving
Spray a 5 quart crockpot with butter flavored cooking spray
Combine pie filling, pears and almond extract
Pour into crockpot
Sprinkle cake mix over fruit and dot with butter
Combine instant oatmeal and almond extract
Sprinkle over cake mixture
Place 8 paper towels over crockpot and secure with lid
(This traps the steam)
Cook on low for 4-6 hours-Do not lift lid for first 3 hours
Serve warm with whipped cream
Enjoy
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