I can't believe we ate the whole thing. TheThanksgiving holiday makes many people feel warm and comfy-cozy, safe and happy. The smell of the food, the feeling of it all, the nesting hominess is a happy memory for most of us. Turkey, sage and thyme, butter and cream. This is our culture. Who we are on some fundamental level.
But let's be real. The traditional Thanksgiving of my past is 2 days of work to prepare and serve and 1 day of clean up for someone. If you've been that person, it can be overwhelming. And yet it is easy to feel guilt at not doing this for future generations.
My usual solution to this problem is a seriously scaled back version. This year, I roasted a turkey, made mashed potatoes and gravy and a pie. No greenbean casserole, no yams, no stuffing, no rolls, no salad, and on and on. I served it on the china. We enjoyed the smells and toasty warm feelings before, during and after the meal. I cleaned up as I cooked so it wasn't too bad. We had left overs for 4 days. More and more, the important thing for me is to be happy, not to be perfect. A hard lesson for me.
A piece of pie and a pair. Shared this all with the husband and we had lunch.