Monday, November 30, 2009

The First Thanksgiving

No, I am not talking about Native Americans and the Pilgrims. I am talking about our first Thanksgiving as a married couple. This Thanksgiving was a bit difficult for me because it did not include my mama. I thought I was okay with this until I broke down crying in her home as we fried the turkeys together. (She was headed to Little Rock with her husband.)

You see, my mama is the ultimate hostess and she has taught me all she knows about being a good hostess. So, I decided this was the year that I would host Thanksgiving and wasn't sure if I had made the right decision. My inlaws were coming along with one of my brothers making 13 people eating at our home. What was I thinking? I borrowed fall serving dishes from my personal Martha Stuart and made homemade rolls, 3 pumpkin pies (one of which exploded in the oven), 2 thirteen lbs fried turkeys, pumpkin cranberry bread, poppysee bread, green bean casserole, and a pecan pie trying to impress the new in-laws.

Well, apparently I made the right decision to host this years Thanksgiving because my new mother-in-law said to me several times it was the best Thanksgiving she had been to in a long time.