I've always loved Thanksgiving, although as I age, it gets to be a little more work than I like to do. However, since it's not the big production it once was, I keep the feast going.
The daughter's husband and their two girls are spending the actual Thanksgiving Day (and two days following) with his family at Carthage. My daughter has to stick around here because she works Friday.
My two oldest grandchildren really, really want the big dinner each year, or else I'd probably skip it; if I scheduled the feast for Thursday, it would only be me, Cliff, Rachel, Arick and Amber. Oh, and Cliff's sister next door. As much as Arick insists I do the annual feast, he also goes to two others on the same day. Which means his heart isn't quite in it, as it would be if he had no other place to go. He has to pace himself.
So I decided to have our feast on the weekend: Sunday, to be exact, since Amber works Saturday. I've asked each person what food item they absolutely MUST have, so I'll be sure and fix their favorites. The son-in-law and his girls should be back by then.
Sunday's menu: turkey and dressing (Cliff), noodles and mashed potatoes (Amber), broccoli-and-rice casserole (Arick and Rachel). Those are the requests. Of course I'll make my home-made rolls. My daughter said Kevin really loves sweet potato casserole, but personally, I don't. It's too sweet; everybody requests it, but I'm always left with a whole bunch left over. I might try a butternut squash version of it, since I'm blessed with lots of squash. Dessert will be Oreo delight and probably apple pie; I might even break down and bake a genuine pumpkin pie.
By the way, am I the only person in the world who hates that green-bean stuff with the canned onions? I've never made it.
As for Thursday? Cliff and I will probably eat soup, or something equally easy.