Another year has passed by without a bite of turkey passing these lips. So, Thursday I will be going off my turkey fast to indulge in overeating with the best of them. In fact, we are heading to South Dakota for a family get-together/foodfest, so obviously turkey will not be the only food to pass lips and attach to hips.
I recently realized that I’m not the only one to have a love/hate relationship with dressing. To be clear; for the lovers of Amelia Bedelia books, not the wearing of clothes, but the stuff that goes inside the turkey to bake and become a savory mix of breads, onions, spices, etc.
I learned from my hair salon girl that many people feel as I do about bread dressing… barf. It is for the birds. Not for human consumption. It is gummy and wet and definitely not pleasing to the eye or palate.
I grew up on cornbread dressing. My grandmother was from Texas and brought her culinary expertise to Oregon along with her daughter. My mom continued the wonderful tradition of fluffy cornbread dressing and passed the torch to me. My daughter has decided to follow in my footsteps and learn the art of yummy dressing.
I hope this conversation is not as volatile as politics, but it has to be said. Cornbread dressing is worthy of a second helping. Bread dressing is something you clog your kitchen garbage disposal with putting all the leftovers down the sink at the end of the meal. Sorry. Not sorry.
“If you can’t stuff something good, don’t stuff anything at all.” (Wise woman saying from 2022)
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