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Adjusting

My southern family has its own tradition. We always had a family dinner where we mixed things up year by year. One year mom made a tangerine chicken with a cheesecloth topping to catch a tangerine and butter glaze, probably from Gourmet.

It was delicious. Our Southern family has 65 for dinner and sets up tables throughout Nanny’s house. Years ago I was so afraid of them and asking whether I would be accepted. My MIL questioned me, FIL told Jim after two hours in the car, “When are you gonna ask her, son?”

Then I had the Nanny interview an she told me he wanted my husband-to-be to have a job where he’d get a gold watch after 50 years. Sadly, I told her those jobs no longer exist. She passed me anyway.

We’ll go to Thanksgiving as always, only missed a year because of Black Friday and Jim’s work. I was so afraid of the array of food put out and the hierarchy of women from Nanny on down. Forget it, the men were all watching the Aggies battle the Texans or napping.

I started before we married with the spiced nuts. Then I added boursin. These were not for the buffet but for pre-and post-supper at the kitchen table. Then I taught the girls how to make boursin.

Then I introduced the stalwart spinach ball after we married, and gave it to Jim’s uncle’s new bride. After that, I knew these Southerners loved sweets so wanted to bring some of my own family into the mix. Mincemeat tarts were a hit. So was berry trifle.

Last year I made a spinach-cauliflower gratin because we now have a few vegetarians and one is Val the Vet who took our our Zoe’s hips ten years ago. It was a hit. I’m thinking of adding a corn pudding this year but here’s the thing.

My MIL has a wonderful kitchen and we work well together in it but adding dishes to the three-day marathon may be too much.

I now have to do the nuts (in advance from home), boursin, spinach balls, mincemeat tarts (I bring mincemeat from home), spinach-cauliflower gratin. and now a corn pudding? I think we can handle it.

After all, M has potato rolls by the dozen and brings gallons of iced tea and an Italian Cream Cake. People steal the potato rolls to take home, they’re so good.

Yes, we can do it. Thanks for being the best big sister I never had. And thanks to Nanny for hosting all of us every year. Thanks to all the ladies for your culinary efforts and to A and kids for prepping and serving and cleaning up. Then re-heating, serving and cleaning up. Thank the trash guys for picking up all those bags from a 65-person Thanksgiving. I give thanks before, after and during the day. Dee

No Chili Party

My competitor flaked. Interesting because I planned to lose to his bison chili and have him meet new neighbors and perhaps even a nice girl.

You know what is said of the best laid plans of mice and men. Also holds true for trying to do good things.

We’re going to have a party anyway, and I have the perfect use for the jacuzzi tub I’ve never used. Fill it with ice and beer and wine!

Spinach balls this morning, at least 72 to freeze for the holidays. Also 3# of chuck steak awaiting grinding for meatballs (freeze) or something I’ll think of after I have breakfast. All for the moment, as the sun comes up. Dee

Fog

And I used to get vertigo. We’re at least 150′ up and looking down, I can see outlines of buildings and cars directly below. In our former place I would have freaked out a bit and not been near the windows but we’ve been here for a few months and I know what I look out on horizontally so vertically is not a problem.

There is rain and condensation on the windows but we’re OK. I’m making a double batch of spinach balls (think recipe is on site) but will saute some onion and garlic then put it in the food processor with the spinach.

I haven’t been able to see a thing outside our windows since before I went to sleep early last night. Very strange. We’re OK and I’ll make appetizers to freeze for the coming weeks. Cheers! Dee

The New Napster

Nanny calls us “the Grands” as over Thanksgiving she also has a lot of baby grands running around. Mostly in the 40’s middle age range, last year we carved out an hour for ourselves.

Dinner was done as were dishes. It was mid-afternoon in a darkened room where my husband went to lay on the floor to help his back. I joined him, then his cousins and brother and we all told stories.

They were poignant ones as one uncle had died that summer. We also told funny ones.

For ten years I’ve tried to carve a niche without stepping on any toes. You wouldn’t believe the lengths these ladies go to make the best dessert! I’ve primarily done it by making nuts and boursin and spinach balls (I gave that one up to a new wife because they were always a hit) that just sit on the kitchen table all afternoon. All the women gather there while the guys watch The Game.

Now the cousins are asking me about nap time. I told them the Grands are all invited and anyone else has to promise to tell a good family story to get in. I told them if they call me the Napster I’ll make it happen! I’ve found my niche!

In a 16-hour day (12 of it at Nanny’s, the rest prepping and packing up) one hour of down time is key to survival. The sweetest moment last year was one of the younger kids running through and saying that his cousin, twice his size, “disobeyed” him. His mother and aunt said “they’ll work it out” and laid there, blissfully aware of their spouses and offspring but craving down time.

Napping is a good thing. The New Napster, a napping maven. Dee