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Friday, November 26, 2010


For the first time since we have been together my husband had to work on Thanksgiving.  Normally he has either worked somewhere that was closed or somehow lucked up and Wal-mart has never scheduled him to work.  This year, he had to be at Wal-Mart.  I decided I would cook Thanksgiving this year at my parents.  Now you have to keep in mind that I learned to cook from my dad who learned to cook from his Dad, who cooked on the subs in the Navy during WWII, so I don't really know how to cook and have little or no leftovers.

The day didn't start out so well.  I had soaked my white beans overnight and drained the water off to be able to transport them to my parents in my smaller crock pot.  I thought they would be fine as I was only going about three miles.  I was wrong, the first turn that I made, I lost half of my beans in the floor board of my car, oh well at least I had plenty left since I was going to cook too many anyway.  Once at my parents, I cooked two pans of cornbread for my dressing, and then started baking my pecan pies. 

Once my pecan pies were almost done, I began to make my dressing.  Now, my family doesn't really follow recipes as much as we go by what it looks or tastes like.  I can make really good dressing, or so I'm told, however I'm not real good at knowing what it's supposed to look like as I don't eat dressing.  Of course I kept asking my Dad about the dressing what to add and when.  I then wasn't sure about the wetness after I added my chicken broth, so I proceeded to pick up the pan to take it to the living room to ask my Dad.  Now, I read on the bottom of this aluminium pan, "support the bottom when lifting," my initial thought was, "who cooks a big ham and doesn't hold it on the bottom?"  Well, apparently I don't.  The pan folded in the middle and I dumped my entire pan of dressing in the floor.  Now back to the beginning, I cooked two more pans of cornbread. 

I then cooked my ham and from then on everything began to go smoothly, until t was time to make giblet gravy and deviled eggs, I didn't have enough eggs due to me throwing them in the floor in my cornbread.  So, it finish our Thanksgiving meal, I had to wait for Benji to get off work so he could bring me some eggs.  I think we all had a great Thanksgiving and my husband realized his wife really can cook.
our pretty ham 
dressing (second attempt) 
ham that my husband carved, deviled eggs, and mashed potatoes 
white beans
white creamed corn 
my famous cornbread, my Dad always told me that if you can't cook cornbread without it sticking then you can't cook 
2 of my famous pecan pies (I make them for my husband and he just gets a fork and eats them, no plate needed, this year it was my mom who did that with one)
Lil Man in his "Baby's 1st Thanksgiving" shirt

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