I don't know about you but I just love Turkey dinner. My mom's gravy is runny and her cheese sauce is a little watery and yet those are my favourite things about dinner. Thanksgiving dinner wouldn't be the same without it. It's funny cause my SIL makes a comment on how watered down tasting my mom's gravy is. My mom doesn't add any package flavoring to hers so it's not super seasoned. If you grew up with that real savoury style of gravy you would hate my mom's gravy. Which both my husband and my SIL grew up with the "gravy in a package" so they kind of cringe when they are my mother's for dinner. *L* Whereas my mom grew up in a large family with growing boys that ate like pigs so the gravy had to stretch very far. I'm pretty sure my mom has an excess of gravy that gets tossed every year.
Traditions are amazing things. When you join two families together sometimes there are small clashes in traditions and values.
In our home my husband and I put on the dinner, our table is small so we had communicated to my MIL that we were going to take back our big dining room table that she'd been using as a change table for my BIL and set that up. Well, turkey day comes and not only has she forgotten but they put the baby down. She was astonishment that we wanted to "sit" down like a family. She'd figured they'd all just sit on the couch. Thanksgiving dinner sitting on couches? I think not!
So we held way and the table was brought down a mere minutes before dinner. Then my MIL's usual custom is to pile all the food up on the counter or stove so we have to serve ourselves buffet style. This is how we almost always do it when we eat together and since we've had the children, we pretty much sit the kiddies at the table and then gather around the family room sitting wherever. By the time we get our food, the kids have eaten their food and are asking for seconds, we have to jump up from our places and get them more.
At my home we'd put the food in serving dishes and set them on the tables. We'd all sit, say grace and then we'd pass the food around. Whoever was sitting by the kids would serve them as the food was passed along. This way we pretty much all ate at the same time.
So this is what we tried to do at my home. Unfortunately my husband wanted to sit the kids at the 2nd table which meant we still had to serve them first. Then my inlaws didn't get the procedure so walked around the table trying to serve themselves. *L* We tried explaining it but gave up. I sat down and my husband made a point of passing food over to me. *L*
Now I'm not complaining. This was really nothing.. just a small blip on life not even an annoyance really but it's an example of how two families can do one simple thing so differently. After supper we explained the procedure better so maybe next time it will go better. *L*
Unfortunately my good china is all packed away but that's not what Thanksgiving is really about anyways so it didn't really matter. Once the food covered your plates you had no idea you were eating on my ugly day to day corel plates. I managed a good find in a pale yellow table cloth at the thrift store with nary a stain and 8 napkins so the table looked pretty nonetheless.
My pumpkin pies turned out very well. At least everyone praised them enough. I like pumpkin pie from scatch. No canned pumpkin for me. ;) My biscuits were a trifle hockey puckish but a little butter goes a long way to making the more edible and my stuffing was delish.
The turkey, well it was a little dry. I had to laugh because my husband babied that thing like crazy. He always complains about how his mom overcooks their turkey and it's too dry... well what happened with ours? I reassured him that nobody was bound to notice because they like it that way.
My husband really pitched in and came through for me. He helped prep all the vegetables, took care of nasty part of the turkey for me, set up the table and chased off the kids. We really had to work hard at not being annoyed with the relatives. I.E. BIL and SIL. All the kids would end up downstairs screaming and running and playing like banshees and they were up there sitting doing nothing. My BIL took a nap and played on his computer. He came down and dropped of his 2 year old to play with the other kids. SAY WHAT? When they did pop down and ask if they could help we were done already.
So I thought after supper is when my BIL would help. Uh uh. Even after my MIL made a point of making me sit down and talked about how her father and brothers cleaned up after the holiday meals all the time and how the mother is the heart of the home etc... he ignored her and chose to watch t.v. with the kids. I had to laugh though. Kevin worked just as hard as me and yet he was still doing dishes. *L*
It's always hard having them here. On the one hand I enjoy talking with my SIL but on the other hand it's hard not to feel resentful for the small things that get overlooked, the small slights etc. It makes me realize what a petty person I can be and I have to constantly tell myself not to stress about it, not to dwell on it. Kinda of like going back to the shrugging your shoulders shaking it off and getting over it.
Wow. This was so not where I thought I was going with this post. But it's down, it's done and recorded. Tonight is my own families' dinner and we're looking forward to that. Maybe I can convince my brother to jump up and help for a change. That might take a miracle though. *L*
Happy Thanksgiving to you all. Hug your family close and remember all the things you are thankful for.
After a little bit of whine it should be fitting that I remind myself of a few of the things that I am thankful for:
I have a roof over my head.
I can feed my family.
I can cloth my family
I have a family who loves me.
I have three healthy children
I have a husband who works hard to provide for his family.
I have my own health and my husband is healthy.
and so much more.