As I post and blog a lot about cooking and baking and bring in treats to my school from time to time, people sometimes ask me what I’ll be making for Thanksgiving. The truth is that by the time you read this, I will have had a delicious gourmet Thanksgiving buffet and concert at the Garth Newel Music Center during our traditional trip to Bath County, Virginia and probably be back in Baltimore already.
Sometimes when I flip through the many magazines devoted to the Thanksgiving feasts, or see delicious menus with mouth-watering desserts I’d love to try, I get a little wistful. It seems like such a feat to pull off a feast for so many; I guess I think that I haven’t really earned my cook’s stripes if I haven’t sweated over a turkey and made buckets of mashed potatoes and green bean casserole.
But then I remember that I do cook for Christmas, which is quite a feast on its own. And then I remember the rolling hills, the warm springs, the crisp sheets I didn’t have to clean and the caramel French toast I didn’t have to make. I remember the gorgeous music and incredible food in dishes I won’t have to clean, and I listen to my girls talk excitedly about the trip and how much they love it, how special it is as a family tradition.
And I realize I’m being silly, and how much I’m looking forward to the restful atmosphere, and how perfect it can be sometimes to experience the results without all the work beforehand.
Hope you had a restful holiday too.