Hi, Yuppie Girl!
It's almost Thanksgiving and it's a big day for me this year! We are having our feast on Friday night, because our military son will be HOME for the holiday...for the first time since 2005. I'm glad I bought a big turkey, because that boy can eat! Having the feast on Friday also means that, for the first time since I went back to work after 10 years as a stay-at-home mom, I'll have time to prepare for the day. Gotta love that.
Thanksgiving is a pretty big deal in our family, partly because I love to cook but mostly because we all love to eat. You won't find any store-bought pies or cheater mashed potatoes or canned cranberry sauce at our table. My Momma is an excellent cook, and she taught me to take our feasts seriously.
So I was thinking about a Thanksgiving celebration we had when I was about 13 or 14. All of our relatives from overseas were staying with our nearby relatives, and everyone was expected at Momma's house for the holiday. It was enough relatives that my brothers and sister AND my uncle and grandma who lived next door...all went to the city to help haul them all up into the mountains to our house.
Momma got up well before dawn, because she had two turkeys and a ham to get going. She made the dressing, stuffed the birds, basted them and fired up the ovens. Then she started making the rolls, a "refrigerator" recipe that could rise all day in the fridge, until she popped them into the oven after the turkeys were done.
She made two chocolate cream pies and two banana cream pies to go with the apple, cherry, pecan and pumpkin pies that she had made the day before. Then she woke me up, and we started polishing the silverware, shining the stemware and peeling potatoes.
Then the dawn started to break and we realized for the first time that it was snowing, and apparantly had been for a while. There was at least a foot of snow already at dawn. It snowed and it snowed and it snowed. And then the sun came out for about an hour, until the next wave of the storm blew in and turned all the melted surfaces into solid ice.
There we sat that evening, Momma, Daddy and me. We had somewhere around 40 relatives stranded on the other side of a snow-filled pass. We also had 12 pies, two turkeys, one ham, a mess of potatoes, a huge bowl of cranberry relish, about 5 dozen rolls, enough stuffing to fill the trunk of a Buick, and bucket loads of olives and pickles and other relish items. Momma, Daddy and me.
And it was still snowing.
Two weeks later, the pass between our house and where the rest of the rellies were stranded....opened. By this time we had eaten turkey sandwiches, turkey salad, turkey tetrazzini, turkey soup, turkey ala king, turkey pot pie, turkey and rice and turkey and dumplings and turkey-chip cookies. Holy shit, did we eat a lot of turkey: breakfast, lunch and dinner for two weeks. Momma emptied everything she could think of out of the freezer to fit some turkey in there, and still we ate turkey. Oh, and our dog? Cinnamon? He had a tender stomach and turkey made him barf. He mostly ate ham and potatoes.
I never thought I could get tired of pie, but I could. I have to hand it to Momma, she was very creative about it. She thought of more ways to use turkey than anyone would believe. (She was a frugal woman, too.) All the years past, when the turkey meat was all picked off the carcass, Momma would scold us kids: "Don't throw those bones away.... they make good soup later on." (From Momma, that came out: "Dunt Trowe dose bones a-vay. Dey make good zoop later on.") This time, she threw the turkey carcasses as far down into the trash bin as she could manage without stepping on it. Two weeks of straight turkey was enough.
Brothers and sister finally walked in the door, refugees of two weeks at Auntie's house. Oldest brother asked if there were any left overs. Momma just glared at him. Second-oldest brother asked if we had saved him any pie. We all glared at him.
Sister asked, "Didn't you even save the bones for soup?"
Love,
Rural Mom