I just wanted to say that… I am excited for the holidays!
Oh, you too?
Weird, I thought I was the only one.
I often reference the fact that I am an old person but… It’s true! And it may never be clearer than when it comes to holiday traditions! In my normal life, I am not big on structure (although I am working on it). But when it comes to events like Thanksgiving, I am all about it. Here are some highlights that I know will repeat themselves again this year
Every year, the night before Thanksgiving my dad whips out the Joy of Cooking and makes this dish. It takes all day and uses every dish in the kitchen. It also creates a mountain of leftovers. Exactly like the very next day. Two full days of cooking, cleaning and eating…who doesn’t love that? Well, one would be my mother, but she continues to lose that battle. Even though none of us will ever understand his impulse to cook a huge, filling meal the day before turkey-day, I still love it. It’s another excuse to use the fancy dishes and drink wine with the people I love most.
Also, I call baby holding. Called it!
Edit: my dad texted me this about an hour after posting, because apparently, Julia Child’s recipe is much superior to The Joy of Cooking:
The real name is Boeuf Borguignon. Recipe from Mastering the Art of French Cooking, by Julia Child, Louisette Berthold and Simone Beck
Each Thanksgiving morning we wake up and start cooking. Around the time that we are all waiting on a lump of meat to cook for a few hours, any number of family members will sneak off for a family run. Last year it was just me and my sister, (and Louisa in her belly!) but this year hopefully my brother-in-law and Heather will join us! I really love this tradition because we always run on the rail trail near our house and it is insanely gorgeous. It passes in front on lots of quaint little farms and creates a very festive, country scene. There is even a buggy repair shop along the route. I couldn’t even make that up if I wanted to. There are mile markers on the trail too, which give me extra motivation to run for more pie!
Chocolate Pecan Pie
AKA a sugar coma in a dish.
My family often eats at Cracker Barrel when making the 600 mile journey up and down Route 81. Mainly because my Southern parents can’t get fried okra way up in Pennsylvania. One time we were there around the holidays and discovered their chocolate pecan pie.
My dad is a very skilled baker and cook and has helped me to recreate this super healthy dessert every year since. Most years I try to hide it from everyone else because it is my favorite. Thankfully, we usually have a pretty large gathering and lots of dessert to choose from, so I get to stuff at least half on my special creation in the fridge without too many complaints from the rest of the crew.
What are you most pumped about this holiday season?