Happy Thanksgiving

scwThe turkey is defrosting.  Bags of fresh cranberries await.  So do white potatoes, sweet potatoes, leeks, brussels sprouts, small white onions, and makings of both fresh and pre-made stuffing–I haven’t decided that detail yet.  A half-gallon of pasteurized but non-homogenized milk awaits to help if it’s needed.  What delicious coffee it makes!

Except for the stuffing box, all is strictly From Scratch.

Yes, I confess: there are marshmallows in the kitchen.  I think they will end up on mashed sweet potatoes.  Forgive me.  Then again, I promise to prepare the sweets with cider, orange juice, and other lovely things that will make them absolutely gorgeous.

Tomorrow, bright and early, I will begin to roast the 20-lb. bird and get the “trimmings” underway.  I will make creamed small onions as my grandmother did.  White cream sauce à la française from scratch.  (Nana studied at Le Cordon Bleu, in Paris,  in her youth.  True fact.  To the end of her days I had to summon her to dinner with Dinner est servi.)

As to the brussels sprouts, I may sauté them with slivered almonds and cranberries.  Even a touch of leek, perhaps.  Another decision yet to be made.

Some former neighbors are coming to join us.  She’ll bring wonderful things as always. He’ll be guaranteed a drumstick!

On the turntable, what else but Dudley Buck’s Grand Sonata in E-flat, played by Richard Morris.  American music prevails for a while, till I break out the Christmas LPs.

I see no reason to hold off on some elements of Christmas till Christmas Eve.  I can no longer quite understand the religious view that is dogmatic on Christmas music in Advent but vague on the Resurrection.

The orange tree I bought in Florida in 2006 was, over the summer, transferred to a very large pot and fed with a combination of excellent topsoil, rotted cow manure, perlite, a seaweed-enriched potting soil, mulch, and various other goodies.  It has responded by vigorous growth. Next year, at last, I hope for a few oranges.  It will be the second Christmas tree this year…sporting all the ornaments I can’t fit on the official evergreen.

We cut firewood all summer.  All is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin.

At the moment, I write in front of a cast-iron woodstove with a cozy fire going.  I sit in a commodious rural kitchen, in a folding camp chair, with a laptop upon its eponymous lap.  I am grateful for family, friends, and neighbors, many of whom I hope to see soon to enjoy a simple, traditional, well-cooked, Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow.  Conviviality and joy are of course de rigeur.

It’s a day that is dear to my heart, and always will be.

About Jon

Keyboard artist, sacred musician, teacher, writer, working in New York City and State. Many interests include music theory and history, literature, astronomy, genealogy, philosophy and theology, gardening, and good food.
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