As a kid I never really appreciated how much time and work my mom put into making our Thanksgiving dinner.
She started a couple of days before with preparing for that day… And she was never stressed out or upset, she just got on with it and cooked-up a fantastic meal in my eyes! Thanks mom
There on Thanksgiving morning mom would disappear into the kitchen for hours preparing the meal and the smell of the turkey baking in the oven was indescribable. I was not allowed in the kitchen when she was cooking as she put it “It’s too dangerous” … What was dangerous, I have no idea. I think it was to keep me out of the kitchen, so that I would not nag her or ask questions like “When can we eat?” Though to go outside, I had to walk through the kitchen, which on Thanksgiving day was more than once, because I needed to check the temperature out side or go out with the dog.. Any excuse to ask my mom “When will dinner be served?” And hope that she would give me something
Looking back, I think after about the tenth time of taking the dog out my mom had enough of the questioning and said that I did not need to take the dog out again. The dog loved walking through the kitchen too, with the hopefulness that something would fall from the counter into his mouth.. No such luck!!
Then came the highlight of the day… Dinner was served, and dad would carve the turkey and we would all enjoy the meal that my mom had spent hours/ days preparing, and now in about 60 minutes ( not too sure about the time span) it was over ,and all we had left was some leftovers for another meal.
On Thanksgiving my mom seemed to spend the whole time in the kitchen besides when she ate with us. Looking back, she worked really hard and was alone in the kitchen there working away, and I wonder today if she really knew how much we appreciated what she had cooked for us and the time she invested for that day, too ????
One thing is for sure, it may have gone unnoticed then, but it was never forgotten!