Last year my husband and I started hosting Thanksgiving at our house, accepting the torch from my parents which they happily passed to me. My Dad got to watch the game and enjoy the wonderful smells of the meal as it cooked rather than slaving over the turkey or (gag) stuffing the bird with my Mom. And Mom enjoyed decorating our feast's table with Lexi, her only grandchild, with pine cones they had collected at the park that afternoon. And my first attempt at the meal? I must admit - it was all very yummy. Don't get me wrong - I fully admit to how much my sister and mother helped me cook. My sister, Heather, made AMAZING gravy. We're talking the best gravy you've ever had. Even gravy haters would have drizzled this deliciousness all over their meal.
This year, we're sharing the cooking again. We divided up the dishes. Mom will do green beans and cranberries. Heather is on gravy (obvs!). Matt will barbecue the turkey. And I'm in charge of stuffing, mashed potatoes and pies. Ah, pies. Yumminess wrapped in butter dough - what's not to like? I'm not the world's biggest pumpkin pie fan, but it's my father's favorite and my husband enjoys it as well, so I make it for them. Plus it smells fantastic when it's baking. I'm a fruit pie girl at heart, and after all my good East Coast apple picking years, my apple pie is pretty rockin'. My house smells like Girls Night In at Better Crocker's right now. Check out these pies!
And the best part for me? No chocolate. Yes people, I'm a chocolate disliker (hater is a very strong word) and I couldn't be more thrilled that there is not an ounce of chocolate that coincides with this, my favorite holiday. No chocolate advent calendars, no chocolate bunnies, not a fun-size chocolate bar in sight. Just stuffing and pie and the game on mute in the background. For this, I am thankful, in addition to the countless blessings in my life this year. I hope there are as many in yours.