When I was a pre-teen (a really long time ago, you may be assured), my family often went to the country home of our previous suburban neighbors.
The hostess cooked everything herself, or if she had help no-one knew of it. The dinner table literally groaned with a turkey, a ham and roast beef! Mashed white and sweet potatoes (often two kinds). Mashed parsnips (ugh!). Green beans with bacon. Sweet peas with petite onions. Two kinds of squash. Separate dishes of olives, carrot sticks, celery, and every imagineable crudite.
Followed, of course, by apple pie with cheese and/or ice cream, pumpkin pie with fresh-whipped cream, or mince pie, ditto.
After dinner, the ladies cleaned up and washed all the dishes. The guys went into the host's study and listened to the Army-Navy game on the radio. Or, at least the first few minutes of it. Because most of us quickly fell asleep from our over-eating (and, for the adults, undoubtedly from their over-drinking)!
Those were the Thanksgivings I remember with great fondness. Today, I am very happy to let the chef on my cruise ship do his thing! I don't eat anywhere near as much [I won't discuss the drinking, thank you very much!] but enjoy every minute just as much!
SWR
