Thanksgiving is, perhaps, my favorite cold holiday besides New Years. It involves two of my favorite “deadly sins” sloth and gluttony, and ultimately leads to a great deal of imbibing once the family finally leaves.
This year, will be the third year my mother and uncle have come over for Thanksgiving. I like this because I get to cook, which is one of my secret loves. In fact, I’ve been preparing for this for about two weeks (in my head), coming up with side items, thinking about my grocery list, etc.
As is the usual case with Thanksgiving, we are having turkey, though ours will be slow smoked over hickory and charcoal. I’m making my Grandmother’s dressing, which ultimately ends up with a couple dozen “stuffin muffins” (dressing poured into muffin tins that make great TCS (Turkey, Cranberry and “Stuffin”) sandwiches.
We don’t do actual “stuffing”. I’ve never understood “stuffing”, possibly because it was never something my family ever engaged in. I also don’t do stuffing because there’s only so many times I can stick my hand up a birds ass before it stops being “special”. I’ll save that for retrieving the giblets and turkey neck.
We’re also having “green bean glop” (S.Mac’s specialty), garlicy mashed potatoes, and asparagus. I love asparagus, as a general statement. Add this to my mom’s deviled eggs (her best dish), the pie we didn’t make because we’re lazy, and whatever Uncle Frankie brings and well, we’ll be asleep by 2pm.
There are a lot of things that I’m thankful for this year; S.Mac, and the Bruiser pup, and all the friends I’ve made in the past several years. My health which keeps holding on despite all the dumb things (like smoking) I do. All in all, we’re pretty lucky, and I’m thankful for that too.
Happy Thanksgiving folks, enjoy this special time with family. I intend to, and remember, they drive you crazy because they’re just like you…unless they’re not.