Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday because it was my grandma’s favorite. We girls would spend all of Wednesday there getting food ready for the next day. My sister made desserts; I made the dressing (and usually pumpkin pie, which was ironic, because I don’t even like pumpkin pie). The dressing recipe wasn’t complicated, but it was very slap-dash a-bit-of-this kind of thing. I tried to get Grandma to write it down once, but it basically started with “some chicken and a few celery stalks” and went from there.
We would stay the night (when I got older, I was the one who got up super early to put the turkey in the oven) so that we’d be ready to get everything going the next morning. There always seemed to be enough food to feed three times the number of people we actually had coming (although there was never too much cherries jubilee).
I still make the dressing every year, a way of still bonding with someone who isn’t here any more. And while I’m making it, I always sing her Thanksgiving song.
Thanksgiving Day is here at last
And all the children shout!
“Hurray for the turkey, me oh my!
For cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie!
Thanksgiving is here at last!”