I love Thanksgiving.
I especially love thinking back to those Thanksgivings when my Mom was cooking it all---I miss that!! I would love to go back for one day to those days when my parents were in charge of it all. They did such a good job and seemed to enjoy it.
But alas, now I am the adult (supposedly) and am trying to build nice memories for my children. (Yesterday I only mentioned ONCE how I didn't like being in charge of these holidays. Being that thought only left my mouth once----that, I think, is an improvement....)
Yesterday as I was mired in all the food prep, it made me think about a Thanksgiving a few years ago.....
For several years now I have been cooking our turkey in a turkey roaster that my parents gave us for Christmas one year. It's really quite handy as it can sit in the corner and cook away without taking up the oven or even really producing much heat. Clean up is not too bad either and then I just store it away in the basement until the next Turkey day.
Well, one year we had several people over for Thanksgiving dinner so it was busy busy in the kitchen. After dinner, many were helping clean things up which made it lovely. Before I knew it, all the dishes were done and everything was put away except for the turkey roaster. I asked Matthew to take it down stairs and it was done in a jiffy.
Fast foward one year later.....cooking preparations were underway. Matthew went downstairs and got the trusty turkey roaster. I got the turkey ready to put in said roaster.
I opened the roaster up......and discovered......it was never washed from the year before. I had been sitting in the basement all year dirty!
Luckily, our basement keeps things nice and cool all year 'round. The roaster, although dirty, didn't look any worse than if we had just cooked the turkey and needed to wash it.
And yes, I DID wash it before we cooked the new turkey.
I also made sure the roaster was washed last night.
Lovely Thanksgiving memories!
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Good thing you don't store it in the hot garage!
It is a lot of work to do all of the cooking on the big day, but so cool to be the grown up! Where is your husband from?
Karen---Matthew is from the Bay Area in California too. We grew up 30 minutes away from each other but didn't know each other until 3 weeks before we were engaged. We were in different church regions, thus we knew not of each other. However, my aunt and family lives in the same stake as Matthew's family so she knew his family. She thought it was quite dreamy when we started dating and then got engaged.
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