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So I didn't spend Thanksgiving at my mom's for the big get-together. I can't stand most of my family. I did the next best thing, I went to my grandmother's house since she can't really leave her home anymore. I loved seeing her, she was so happy and I was more than happy to cook her whatever she wanted. It was only done in a day, from 9:30 and stayed till 5:30 pm.
The metal bowl has mashed potatoes in it! :) My grandmother is very proud of her cast iron collection, she almost has thirty pots, pans, and baking dishes. I only used two since those are so hard to clean, but you can tell how loved they are but how there isn't a speck of rust.Β
The food was good though. Her kitchen is much different than mine, she came from a mother who survived the Great Depression, so she stores canned, jarred, and frozen food like no tomorrow. She doesn't throw away food often, I think it's great she doesn't waste food ever. Because she stores so much food, we were able to look around and make a larger dinner than what she originally planned to make (turkey and mashed potatoes). The spread became turkey, mashed potatoes, turkey gravy, broccoli casserole, sweet yams, corn cheese, and even glazed carrots. It was all the foods she loved, and I was more than happy to cook for her so she could just relax and watch television. It's what she deserves.Β
She had five children and lived on a farm, her husband died while they were still in their fifties and forties. She survived many things in her time, even raising her grandsons after her daughter died of cancer.Β
She said the dinner was great, and I was so happy she could relax and just enjoy the supper without feeling the need to do anything. Me and my only two cousins there cleaned the kitchen, made it look like there wasn't a dinner cooked. I was so happy to be there, she is a second mother to me. I was the first girl on either side of the family for almost ten years, and my grandmother's first grandchild. I spent nearly every day with her, and she helped raised me when my mother's obesity was getting worse. My mother luckily had a weight loss surgery and became a bigger part of my life, but my grandmother still holds that place in my heart.Β
My grandmother, however, did not like me debone the turkey. She has a specific way of doing it, and she wants to keep the carcass for broth, and the juices for gravy. Nothing ever goes to waste in my grandmother's kitchen. The dog intensely watching her is Fancy, the mother of my two dogs Athena and Maybel actually!
Here is my plate and the spread of food! <3
It may not be the biggest, or the most culinary challenging Thanksgiving I ever had, but it meant the world to my Grandmother and that's all that matters to me. I plan to go over for Christmas and make her a duck, she loves roasted duck but the last one she had was so greasy she hadn't had another. Hopefully she'll enjoy mine!
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