"Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do...but how much love we put in that action." Mother Teresa
I don't know if I've ever explained, but since one of my brothers lives in Maryland, and my aunt and uncle (who are like my big brother and sister) live in Cincinnati, my home in Columbus is sort of the hub of the wheel. I have another brother in California, but he doesn't make the trip home. And even though another brother and my mother are in Columbus, my house is the only one that holds all the gang, so all holiday celebrations are at my house. I often, like yesterday, wish I didn't always have to host. I'd love to take a dish to someone else's house. But, that's not the way it is, so no point wishing.
And I could make life easy and serve on paper plates, but that's not me. If you come to my house, you get a dinner from scratch and a nice table setting. It's my love language.
This was the grown-up table, or maybe I should call it the parent table, since all but one child is technically a grown up. It's made up with my mother's china, my mother-in-law's silverware, and my linens. I have a sore throat and a cold right now (not great timing) so I opted out of setting the good crystal (because it all needed to be washed to put it out and I was still polishing silver Thanksgiving morning).
The centerpiece is my old cornucopia with new fresh fruit in it. The old one was looking pretty bedraggled, as my mom handed it down to me. So I pulled everything out and replaced it with fresh fruit and placed it on a silver platter.
The kids' table made up with my mixed-color Fiestaware, gold candles and Tom Turkey in the center. We had all the windows thrown wide open because it was so hot in the kitchen. About 15 degrees cooler outside would have been nice.
Because I'm always in the thick of things when we're getting ready to serve and everyone sits down to dinner, I borrowed someone else's phone pics for these memories.
My sister-in-law and I as I was ready to carve the turkey. Lest you think my turkey looks rather skeletal, I'll let you in on my secret (or not-so-secret trick) trick -- I roast it breast side down. It doesn't make for a beautiful presentation, but I don't present my turkey until it's carved and ready to eat. The breast stays so moist roasting it this way. I roasted another turkey in my electric roaster, so we had plenty of meat.
Faith and my nephew Sean.
The kids' table -- almost all really big kids now.
Today is a day of catch up and a little rest (and eating dinner out!). There are some more serving dishes to store away, and Thanksgiving decorations to take down. It's almost time for Advent! Tomorrow the gang will be back for more chow, and either a maudlin evening or one of celebration -- it's the day of the Ohio State vs Michigan game.