Remember, Smile & laugh – your kitchen adventures are memories and tales to be told.

The anticipation of creating another round of holiday memories is killing me.  Thanksgiving here is like running a marathon with a sprint at the end.

When all is said and done – the taters mashed, the gravy whisked and the bird carved I collapse into my chair at the end of the table.  Exhausted but happy.

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The kids are antsy – they have had to wait for me so they can crack open the Thanksgiving poppers.  Once reserved for Christmas the “Christmas Crackers” are now incorporated into Thanksgiving as well.  Filled with a cheap toy, a riddle and a paper crown they are a well loved tradition.
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We say our blessings – read our riddles and dig in.
Soon the stories begin & laughter ensues.

Remember the time…..

I offered to host Thanksgiving for the first time.  My mother in law Lois offers to bring the turkey.  Great! Until she showed up Thanksgiving day with a frozen solid bird!  Rock hard.  After an exasperating day trying to defrost a 20 lb turkey we ate at about 9 PM.

Then there was the time that Aunt Judy brought a Pilgrim cake – taking a bite I thought it tasted ‘off’ and put down my fork just as I heard Judy proclaim that she had made the cake for last Easter but didn’t get eaten so put it in the freezer – scraped the frosting off and re-invented it as a pilgrim.   Ahhhhh – the off taste was indeed freezer burn.

Of course the story of Betsy will be told – the cocker spaniel that managed to nose her way into a bag of tarts someone had brought to share and consume the entire batch.

Or the Thanksgiving Eve   I decided, after a couple of glasses of wine,  to score chestnuts with a brand new serrated knife – opps!  There went the end of my index finger and off to the ER.  (There is an important lesson to be learned here.)

Along with the Grandma Lois stories will be the cranberry relish story.  Let me explain….
Lois always made her “Famous” cranberry relish.  Whole oranges (pith and all) whole cranberries and an assortment of other ingredients ground up together. Truth be told – the only people who liked this stuff were her two sons.  (or at least they claimed to like it)  We would all take a scoop – place it carefully on the side of our plates and dutifully smear it around the plate disguising it the best we could.    Then along came the year that I looked across the table to see my brother in law shudder and pucker.

“Hey – Mom ….???”

“Oh, Honey – how do you like the relish?  I didn’t have any oranges so I used grapefruit!”

Then their was the year my stubborn father learned why we don’t feed the dog table food.  He offered to carve the ham and ignoring our warning he was secretly tossing the dog scraps of ham fat.  After we all finished eating we heard that ominous noise…  “BAAAARRRFFF” and the dog vomited all over my fathers foot!

Of course there will be the story of the year we were invited to our friends house.  35 + people, sit down – pass the dishes type dinner.  I arrived to the wonderful smell of turkey roasting – coming down to the wire I offered to help.  She said “Grab the turkey from the lower oven and I will get the one out of the top oven.”  I open the door and the oven is cold – there sat a poor turkey in it’s bag – raw.  She forgot to turn on both ovens!  At least we had one turkey!

At the time of these ‘events’ we weren’t laughing – well, most of us weren’t.  Years later – not only do we laugh but these hiccups ARE the reason we remember that particular holiday.  

I can’t wait to hear the kids and now grand kids tell their stories this year.

Remember – to smile & laugh – your kitchen adventures are memories being made.

Happy Thanksgiving!

About Baking Nana

Each morning my granddaughter Sarah calls to ask, "Watcha doing, Nana? Are you baking Nana?" Hence my "name" Baking Nana. I am a mother to three wonderful children and a grandmother to 12 very hungry grandkids. I don't bake fancy cakes but I do make wonderful yeast bread and home cooked meals made with love.

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Remember, Smile & laugh – your kitchen adventures are memories and tales to be told. — 16 Comments

  1. I’m sure you remember my Great Thanksgiving Debacle – though, in truth, it was a mini one – because it only affected my own children and myself. [The time I dumped my cinnamon rolls into the sink, instead of flipping them onto the platter. I learned to make small pans, for easier flipping, that year!] Our other family “tragedies” were the time my cousin and his wife hosted the dinner, and only made one kind of stuffing – not realizing Gramma always made two versions, and not enough mashed potatoes. Of course the potatoes were gone before my potato loving family made it through the line )= My cousin still hosts dinner, but no longer does the traditional turkey with all the trimmings. I think he was scarred for life {= And, yes, , my family has always had a kids’ table. It is always called John’s Table. This year, the kidlets will sit at a coffee table on the florr. I’m going to cover the coffee table with butcher paper, so they can decorate it with crayons and stamps (=

  2. Holidays seem to bring out the best stories. Did you have a kids’ table at gatherings? I couldn’t wait to be old enough to be at the grown-ups’ table. In my 30s, though, there was a year where there was a big rift in the family, and everyone WANTED to sit at the kids’ table!

    • Oh Emeralds! Thanks for joining us! Yes – the ‘kids’ table used to seem like a punishment but these days we try to mix it up. I am glad to sit at the ‘kids’ table. I think the other ‘older kids’ might join me! Thanks for visiting. Now that your first comment has been approved your other comments will not be moderated. Post away! 🙂

      • I’ll keep checking in because if you mentioned a few of these on the buzz, I didn’t see them. I think in the olden days, when we got together with relatives, there were always kids leaving the nest as the new ones were getting old enough to sit at any table! Norman Rockwell had nothing on us!

        • Times change, don’t they? Each year brings more memories and different traditions. Sometimes it is time to pass the baton to the next generation. I am thankful to see the passing of the baton and passing on good food and great memories.

  3. Penny, I love the memories of holidays and the traditions that go with them. Seems like they have changed much for us and that is sad. I’m looking forward to the day when I can have my family closer by again (or be close to them) to start new traditions!

    • Shelby – each year is different for us now. Why did I ever think that ‘those blessed days’ would last forever? They don’t last, we just keep evolving and making new memories.

  4. Great stories Penny! Love the idea of the fire crackers for T Day too! Why should XMas have all the fun? lol

    • Thanks for stopping in Patty. One year I didn’t do the Crackers for Thanksgiving – oh dear! I was almost lynched! Home Goods is my source for the BEST crackers!

        • The Christmas Crackers are so fun – we place them on the table and everyone ‘pops’ them at the same time. Then we all put on our silly paper hats, read the riddles and pass the food around the table.

          • You can tell I haven’t been around little kids at gift-opening time for awhile. Of course they’d want to crack them right away, not wait for the meal! I’ll for sure get out my Christmas mug this year so I can have it for coffee chats here.