Gobble. Gobble. Gobble.
Sure, it graces the cover of the November Southern Living issue in all its glazed and basted glory. It takes centerstage on dining room across the country, all while in your head you’re carving the dang bird like a Norman Rockwell illustration. NOTE: Nobody looks like that family, no matter how hard you try. Why? Because nobody is really that excited about the big bird we associate with Thanksgiving.
Don’t get me wrong. I could eat a turkey sandwich every day, but that doesn’t mean turkey is my number one draft pick on the last Thursday of November. When I PHD (pile it high and deep – thanks to my great-grandfather for that expression) on Thanksgiving, my plate most definitely includes the following, listed in order of importance:
Dressing. Holy moly whoever came up with the idea to put this mess in a casserole dish deserves a MAJOR AWARD. End of story.
Sweet potato casserole. Any time you can mix a delicious, nutrient-packed vegetable with gobs of sugar and delicious sweetness, it’s a party. Sign me up.
Corn pudding. My grandmother’s famous recipe lives on, and even though we eat it throughout the year, it’s a top pick for Thanksgiving.
Bread. Straight up carbs. They rule. Sorry, I’m not sorry.
Ham. I love nothing more than sneaking a few tiny pieces off the plate before everyone comes in to make the rounds. Give me that honey baked goodness.
Everything else at Thanksgiving is fantastic, but that’s my starting five. I’m pretty sure my pants are a little tighter after last week’s festivities, but I don’t feel bad about it. Not one bit. Bring on the Christmas festivities, y’all!