thanksgiving

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)

Do you have an opinion on this very controversial issue? Let us know in the comments.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Barbara

Turkeys, in my opinion, are one of the ugliest birds around. I mean, what in the world? Just look at the poor thing. It looks like it has some kind of cancer growing all over its head and face. Sure, it has a beautiful tail span and amazing ability to stop traffic with a hiss and a gobble, but… You have to admit, the creature would make a remarkable addition to any list of Star Wars aliens.

Despite being ugly and the number one choice of hunters for Thanksgiving Day dinner, the Turkey has become a symbol of American history. The wild turkey, native to America, or Meleagris Gallepavo as some of us turkey experts like to call them, were running free in the woods, eating up bugs and other tidbits, sleeping in trees, and losing feathers as they went for many years before someone thought to lock them up in pens and force-feed them until they were nice and plump for our discerning palates.

When I was a child in grade school, we learned about the first Thanksgiving. The pilgrims and Native Americans sharing food and information, being neighborly and thankful for everything God had supplied them with in this blessed and abundant country. I’m pretty sure they didn’t have running water, electric ovens, dish washers, or televisions, but they made do with what they had and were very grateful.

They shared the work, the food, and the after-dinner entertainment.

I don’t know if there are still public schools that talk about the importance of thankfulness or if they just dwell on indoctrinating children in the art of navel gazing, but Americans do have a lot to be thankful for. Regardless of our recent bout of divisive rhetoric in the news, rioting in the streets, and shortage of neighborly love these days, God has blessed this country with an abundance of good things.

There’s a rumor that Ben Franklin called Thomas Jefferson a “Tom Turkey” when Franklin opposed the idea of declaring the turkey as our nation’s national bird. I always liked to read about Ben Franklin and was quite impressed by his total lack of common sense when he decided to fly a key on a kite during a lightning storm. But I have to admit, the Eagle is a much more regal bird for our nation’s icon. Sorry, turkeys.

Around 90% of homes (over 45 million) in the U.S. eat turkey for Thanksgiving Day celebrations. That’s a lot of drumsticks to go around.

Whether you are a turkey lover or not, I hope you will remember that the very name of this holiday explains what it’s all about. Giving Thanks.

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*Leave a comment and share one of the traditions, foods, or activities you and your family enjoy at Thanksgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving!