Our first Thanksgiving in our new home went over without incident. We hosted my parents, brother, grandma, and Uncle Bill at our house this year.
My husband cooked a glorious turkey, using a recipe he got from Alton Brown in which he soaked the turkey in a big bucket of brine overnight, then stuffed the inside with apples, cinnamon sticks, and onions. It was sooo good, fancy smanchy! I didn't pay much attention to his whole process as I was frantically cleaning my house from top to bottom so it would shine for my Grandma to see it for the first time. The meal was delicious, and so fun to spend it with my family, seven was the perfect number for a relaxing afternoon.
The best part was when my dad thought the cornbread stuffing was "Thanksgiving juevos" and we had to explain to him that no one in their right mind would eat scrambled eggs with a turkey and mashed potatoes(would they?).
I was worried because it was the first holiday since my Grandpa passed away three weeks ago, and I did not want our holiday to turn into a sad event. The mood stayed happy and lite, and we talked about Grandpa all afternoon, it was a peaceful way to ease into our first holiday season without him. I miss him so much still, and it is amazing how much of a void he leaves us all in our lives. But we know he is up in heaven, smiling down and wishing he could be there with us, and is, in a way.
So tonight I set up my fake Christmas tree and decorated it- I will post a picture this week.... Tomorrow I am going to climb up on the roof and hang lights- not because my husband won't help me do it- but because I really like to. It makes me wish so badly for some kiddos to make the holidays magical...