Alison Kent

The husband and I rarely fight. We do have heated discussions, ahem, but we’ve never gone to bed mad or carried an argument to the extreme of lasting for days. At the most, we yell and holler for five minutes. You know. Normal stuff. But one thing we ALWAYS fight about is the amount of food we cook at holidays.

Me? I love having enough food at Thanksgiving that I can eat leftovers for the four-day weekend. I LURVE Thanksgiving leftovers! I want to cook enough turkey, dressing, and gravy so that I can eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner if I want. (And, yeah. After four days, I’m done. *g*) The husband? Not so much. I want to cook enough to have food to send home with the kids. I LURVE taking home leftovers from family feasts. The husband? Not so much. I like fruity jello-y whipped creamy things. The husband? Not at all. But since he makes dinner rolls from scratch, I forgive him, and overlook his own weird tastes. He also makes an amazing squash casserole and a spinach artichoke dip to die for. Seriously. Everyone who comes over demands to find both on the table. We’ve all tried to convince him the dip is worth him going into his own little foodie business to share and sell. No luck yet. (#1 daughter, the pickier eater of the kids, even nagged him about it again yesterday!)

We’d originally planned to cook a turkey breast (which the husband brined) and a ham, neither one overly large, but enough for more than the one meal. Then the son brought us the Logan Farms smoked turkey he got from work, so we heated that instead of the ham. I never have cooked mashed potatoes at Thanksgiving (don’t ask me why, just never have), but definitely sweet potatoes - and never canned. Only fresh and mashed and lots of good stuff like brown sugar and pecans added, yum!

I also make a broccoli rice casserole (this batch was rather short on the broccoli - which the husband pointed out as I was assembling it). And, yes, this year was all husband. I did the broccoli and the stuffing. He did everything else, then flopped back when it was all done and let me clean up. (Better than following him around during the day, putting things back into the pantry, then having him ask what happened to them, heh.)

This year, I made no desserts (another fave part of the holiday)! I told the kids that I was handing off the sweet stuff to them. And they came through. #2 daughter baked a caramel cheesecake topped with toffee pieces, and pumpkin bars with cream cheese icing. The d-i-l made an apple walnut yummy gooey thing. #1 daughter made fudge and oatmeal scotchies and orange balls (which is a chocolate orange candy that I LURVE). I took lots of pictures, but today I have no idea where the camera is. Since there were three of them almost identical floating around, it’s possible mine went home with one of the other obsessive picture takers. Once I find it, I’ll post some of the fun. (Oh, just found out where the camera is. Now it’s time for a fight with the husband. *g*)

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