I’m sure I’ve told this story before but every year when I see people asking for recipes, I think about this story.
I can’t remember the year but it was probably 23 or 24 years ago. Vince and I were not married. He lived in Georgia and I lived in Louisiana. I had never been to his house. Chad was with his dad for a week so I was going to Georgia for Thanksgiving. Vince wanted to go out for Thanksgiving dinner but I insisted we cook at home. I had never cooked Thanksgiving dinner, nor had I paid much attention when my grandma or mom cooked Thanksgiving dinner. I’d usually bring rolls or green bean casserole or pies.
I figured I’d treat the turkey like a big hen so that shouldn’t be hard. I called mom on Wednesday before Thanksgiving and asked “How do I make dressing?” She began by explaining that I should have made the cornbread a couple of days before Thanksgiving, crumble it and leave it out to dry out. Well, too late to make it a couple of days before Thanksgiving so I’d just make it the day before.
I must have called her a dozen times with “what’s the next step?” Oh, goodness .. then there was the gravy! She told me how to make that . . step by step. Vince doesn’t like the gizzard, liver and heart (or guts as he calls them), which has worked out well because I love those parts. He probably didn’t like my gravy and I don’t think he likes it even now because he’s so busy fishing out the parts he doesn’t want to eat. I know . . I could make it without those things but why on earth would he not eat that when it’s the best part of the gravy?
We ended up having a traditional Thanksgiving dinner. I have no idea if it was good or not. I guess it wasn’t so bad that he figured he’d better find a better
cook potential wife.
As I’m planning our Thanksgiving dinner, I always smile thinking about that story and how confident I was that I could prepare a great Thanksgiving dinner . . til I realized I didn’t have a clue about that dressing.
I’m pretty confident now that I make a dressing that would make my grandma proud.