Well, tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Our 3-person dinner has expanded to a 7-person dinner, with the addition of a brother-in-law, two grown nephews, and a girlfriend. Last night, Nanny and I discussed game plans to keep everyone safe. She and I are going to serve the food buffet-style. She has two tables - one in the breakfast nook near the kitchen, and one in the dining room. We should be able to spread out. Nevertheless, The Husband and I may fix "to-go" plates and bring them back to our house to eat.
I have to go to work for a while this morning to tie up some loose ends, then there'll be the inevitable trip to the grocery store for stuff I forgot. I'll come straight home from the store and start cooking. My assignments are a sweet potato casserole, a strawberry pretzel salad, and the turkey. The turkey is a smoked turkey and just needs to be warmed. I'll get up early tomorrow morning and stick him in a low oven.
Sweet potatoes always make me think of The Husband's paternal grandmother, Mama Jewell. At her house one day, as she, Nanny, and I were sitting around a table talking about sweet potato pies, I commented that sweet potatoes pies are a chore because sweet potatoes are so hard to peel. Nanny agreed. Mama Jewell said, "Boil 'em, first." It was like a light bulb went off in my head. Apparently, Nanny had the same reaction, for she exclaimed, "Jewell, you could've told me that 40 years ago!"
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