Thanksgiving was a complete success this year. My grandfather even said it was the best one yet. I knew it was going to go smooth because the night before I made a killer batch of buffalo chicken dip for my friend’s party. I used the new buffalo sauce I received as a gift and shredded fresh Monterey pepper jack cheese. It was a hit at the party. In fact, my friends and I hardly shared it with anyone else. We huddled in a corner and ate most of it. It was worth it.
The next morning my mom woke me up at 6:45 a.m. to help her stuff the turkey. She woke up even earlier to wash it and prep it, and I just told her what to stuff in it. I did not follow any recipe, we just shoved a cut up apple, orange, a bulb of garlic spilt in half, and fresh thyme into the cavity. Risky, I know, but luckily it worked.
Since we were up we just started cooking. My grandparents like to eat really early so I started on the sweet potato casserole, while my mom started the real mashed potatoes. We were on fire. Helping each other out, cleaning up after one another, we had dinner all ready by noon.
I also made the green beans recipe I picked out, the stuffing (not from scratch, but I still made it), and heated up the corn.
Everything turned out perfectly. The sweet potatoes tasted like candy, but they were healthy. They were sweet, creamy, and the roasted pecans added even more great flavor. The green beans were scrumptious. I’m fine with plain, steamed beans, but the tomatoes in the recipe just made it.
It was a success and I think my mom and I finally found something we can do together, cook.
