Thanksgiving Blues

Thanksgiving is around the corner and I’m not feeling it. Seriously, this joyous occasion takes ALOT of work that I don’t feel like doing. Who wants to wake up at the crack of dawn on Thanksgiving-Eve to start making buttery, flaky pie crust? Thank the Lord I had enough foresight to preserve some fresh peaches from Jone’s Orchard this summer for the peach cobbler (but that was no walk in the park either). The banana pudding wouldn’t be so bad if I did have to stand over a hot stove slowly stirring the custard. My arms get so tired. I can tolerate the cutting up the bananas and pairing them with those sweet, crunchy vanilla wafers, but the stirring….gezzzzzz…it’s tiring.


My hands don’t want to ache from the snapping of peas and peeling of sweet potatoes, russet potatoes and golden yukon potatoes all day. I don’t even think I own enough sugar and butter to go into the sweet potatoes!!!!!! (And I’m not about to fuss with people at the grocery store about being in my way.) Oh, and don’t get me started on the 7 step cornbread dressing!!!!! Dicing up onions, celery and bell peppers will stain your fingertips a sickly green color. Then, should I  use store bought chicken stock or make your own? Will anyone know if I do shortcuts??? (Yea they will. Who am I foolin)

​Food aside, what about the decorations!!!! Wreaths, centerpieces, and fancy utensils…..UGH

I’m just not feeling it. I think I may purchase a couple of pies and allow those who want to cook “chef-it-out.” I’m just going to run Thanksgiving morning, fellowship in the afternoon and read/write all night long. Yep, that sounds more like a Thanksgiving I want to celebrate.

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