Last year, I didn’t get my Thanksgiving post finished in time for the holiday…which was a shame ‘cuz it was a real corker. As I reread it, I still agree that I am blessed beyond measure, and my writing was inspired! My apricot, pecan, and cornbread dressing is still pretty darn good, too. This year, I’ll be adding fresh wild pork maple sausage with a touch of sage.
I’m reminded of a Thanksgiving many years ago, my first spent at a hunting camp. I didn’t cook much of anything back in those days, nor did I enjoy “nature” in any way, shape, or form. However, I was in a position where it was necessary for me to establish myself as having some worth in the Deerslayer hierarchy. I hang my head in shame as I remember those days.
It was only by the grace of God that I was not responsible for preparing the turkey. It’s funny that, now, I can’t remember what my contribution to the Thanksgiving feast was. I’m guessing that no one else remembers either because I’m pretty sure that it was rather lackluster at best.
We had an old Airstream camper, back in those days. It wasn’t the cool, retro kind. It was really old and it leaked, when it rained, right over the spot in front of the stove. Did I mention that it rained cats and dogs that Thanksgiving? And it was really cold? And it dripped on my head and down my back as I prepared the lackluster side dishes that were all I had to offer in those days? They were seasoned liberally, though, with angst, pouting, and misery. Kinda bitter.
I believe the feast was good. The turkey and the family were wonderful. The desserts were delicious, as were the stories around the fire that evening.
I think it might’ve been that Thanksgiving many years ago that inspired me to become a Deerslayer’s wife, happier, rolling with the punches, able to see the humor in situations that can cause crankiness or a chuckle. Remember those moments. Use them to become what you want to be. Use them for a chuckle.