Is it just me, or do we put too much pressure on ourselves for the holidays that they end up being, well, a lot of hard work? I have a relatively quiet life, after all. I’m pretty much housebound on holidays because my Senior Adult can’t get out, and the rest of my family gathers elsewhere. But still, somehow, I have gotten guilted into doing one of my least favorite things this year: cooking.
I’m a Southern woman, so I should love slaving over a hot stove, right? I actually had a man–a supposedly educated professor at the University of Illinois–joke with me in a job interview that he thought Southern men kept their women barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen. I got the job, but I never forgot. *Sends razor laser looks at that particular professor.* I was so traumatized by the Illinois winters that I didn’t have time to seek revenge. (Okay, Roger and others, go ahead. Laugh.)
Anyway, my biggest culinary challenge this year will be making cornbread dressing using my grandmother’s recipe, which involves two days of cooking, including a hen, two iron skillets of cornbread, two biscuits (three if they’re small), onions, celery, lots of sage and black pepper. Oh, and some chicken broth. And that’s all BEFORE the stuffing gets mixed and baked.
Shoot me now.
What will be your biggest culinary adventure this Thanksgiving if you’re in the U.S. If not, what’s your biggest holiday cooking challenge? If you’re a true cook, my hat’s off to you–you can tell me your favorite dish to cook. Comment for two books from the bag o’books I hauled home with me from the Southern Magic Reader Luncheon week before last!