It should have been a quieter day, because our group of 9 yesterday, was significantly smaller than I normally have at home on Thanksgiving Day.
But the craziness of the day, more than made up for chaos usually promoted by a burgeoning house full of kids and grandkids.
I was up early, even by my standards. I wanted to make sure our dinner was put together well and I had it all under control, even for temporary moments. I set the table. I checked my task list, and then I checked it again.
After swaddling it with butter and apricot syrup, I tossed some lemon slices and rosemary springs into the turkey’s belly. Into the oven it went!
I don’t stuff the turkey with dressing. I make the dressing separate in a baking pan.
Here’s were it began to get dicey. I placed the cornbread and, sourdough cubes into a very large mixing bowl. I sautéed the chopped onion and celery in a pan, and added to the bread cubes. Into the mixture went the Golden Raisins and chopped walnuts. Over the top I sprinkled sage, marjoram, thyme, pepper, and a tad of salt. Then I added broth. After the previous steps were complete, I loaded the mixture into the desired casserole dish, to be baked within an hour of the turkey coming out of the oven.
When the time was ripe I went to put the stuffing into the oven. I couldn’t find it! It wasn’t in the kitchen or garage refrigerators. It wasn’t in a cooler for the overflow dishes. Nor was it on the counter, in the pantry. It was nowhere to be found! Finally after a bit, I decided I needed an early swig of wine, and to chill on the couch for a minute. Then it came to me. I had loaded the stuffing into the portable oven in the garage. All I needed do was turn it on.
No, I’m not about to concede this was a senior moment. I will concede that I have only moderate skills at multi-tasking, which becomes very challenged on raucous days like Thanksgiving!