I have a feeling in many years to come I will look back at our very first Thanksgiving in the city and laugh. Thanksgiving to me has always been a house full of family, eating until you drop, Grandma's pumpkin pie, crazy family stories, laughs, and delicious food. The last two years we've been unable to travel back to our families but have been so fortunate to make friends that become are family. When we first realized that it might just be the three of us for Thanksgiving I got a tad bit sad. My only hope for William is to have even more of the experiences Sebastian and I had growing up. I also got a little nervous. Would it feel like Thanksgiving if we went to a restaurant? Well, luckily our plans got quite turned around. A week before Thanksgiving my parents decided they were coming to the city to spend Thanksgiving with us. I still however thought our Thanksgiving was going to be calm. Of course, it wasn't. Our Thanksgiving was as followed:
Preparing the Food:
I'm not an amazing cook. Although, thinking about it I should be. My father is a chef and the whole Turley side are amazing cooks. Preparing a dinner makes me anxious that it's going to fail. I decided to go with the traditional foods I usually have at my families Thanksgiving. Turkey, corn casserole, green bean casserole, rolls, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pies, and stuffing. Yes, I know it's a lot for what was suppose to be a small meal. There's no such thing as a small dinner in the Turley family. Let's see I ended up taking 4 trips to grocery the day before Thanksgiving. The best trip by far was actually the day before Thanksgiving. I found a steal on a turkey and couldn't leave it behind. I didn't have my shopping wagon with me so ended up walking 20 minutes with a 15 lb. turkey and 6 bags of groceries. Everyone was staring at me. Good thing that turkey turned out delightful. All of the food ironically turned out delicious and the closest to my grandparents I have ever fixed. I did however, manage to mess up one thing. That would be sweet potato casserole. Which I ended up tossing.
Day Of Festivities:
Growing up, we always watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade every single year. Now that we live in the city it's crazy that we're actually so close. We were extremely nervous to take William to the parade because of how long we would be standing. It doesn't exactly sound practical for a 3 year old. So instead my wonderful husband found a spot in his office that we could see the parade from afar. My parents were so excited. William, who I thought wouldn't be interested was absolutely amazed. We popped a bottle of champagne and apple juice. We enjoyed some laughs, wonderful views, and yummy bites from afar. This might be the start of a family tradition.
I luckily had the day before Thanksgiving off because I had to do snack at William's school. That's when I set up the house for dinner. I was a little emotional as I prepared the night before. It's the first year I can't call my grandfather to ask for cooking advice or hear him boast about his deep fried turkey. I anticipated dinner being only the five of us. Sebastian had mentioned some work friends coming but I figured they'd end up going somewhere else. They actually did end up coming. Dinner of five turned into dinner of nine. This made me extremely happy. I love a house full of people. It just seems right. What I thought was going to be me crying, I actually felt compelled to tell my favorite Thanksgiving stories with my family. Sitting out the pumpkin pies made me giggle and tell the story about dropping 8 pies on the ground at my grandparents that were on top of their freezer in their basement. I still remember crying to my grandfather because I thought he was going to be so angry. Instead he laughed. The whole family laughed at me. For years we still laugh about that Thanksgiving. Those stories carried me through our dinner. We ate, laughed, played with William, and truly had a good time. So much fun that William actually passed out on the couch. He of course ended up waking and fully energized but everyone was so eager to play with him. This year William even helped decorate his kids table. He was so very proud and everyone actually wanted to sit at his table.
With barely enough chairs we seemed to pull together a wonderful Thanksgiving. I'm so grateful for our family and for William to grow up wherever we are with a house full on Thanksgiving, laughs, stories, and wonderful food.