The day didn't start out so well. I had soaked my white beans overnight and drained the water off to be able to transport them to my parents in my smaller crock pot. I thought they would be fine as I was only going about three miles. I was wrong, the first turn that I made, I lost half of my beans in the floor board of my car, oh well at least I had plenty left since I was going to cook too many anyway. Once at my parents, I cooked two pans of cornbread for my dressing, and then started baking my pecan pies.
Once my pecan pies were almost done, I began to make my dressing. Now, my family doesn't really follow recipes as much as we go by what it looks or tastes like. I can make really good dressing, or so I'm told, however I'm not real good at knowing what it's supposed to look like as I don't eat dressing. Of course I kept asking my Dad about the dressing what to add and when. I then wasn't sure about the wetness after I added my chicken broth, so I proceeded to pick up the pan to take it to the living room to ask my Dad. Now, I read on the bottom of this aluminium pan, "support the bottom when lifting," my initial thought was, "who cooks a big ham and doesn't hold it on the bottom?" Well, apparently I don't. The pan folded in the middle and I dumped my entire pan of dressing in the floor. Now back to the beginning, I cooked two more pans of cornbread.
I then cooked my ham and from then on everything began to go smoothly, until t was time to make giblet gravy and deviled eggs, I didn't have enough eggs due to me throwing them in the floor in my cornbread. So, it finish our Thanksgiving meal, I had to wait for Benji to get off work so he could bring me some eggs. I think we all had a great Thanksgiving and my husband realized his wife really can cook.
|our pretty ham|
|dressing (second attempt)|
|ham that my husband carved, deviled eggs, and mashed potatoes|
|white creamed corn|
|my famous cornbread, my Dad always told me that if you can't cook cornbread without it sticking then you can't cook|
|2 of my famous pecan pies (I make them for my husband and he just gets a fork and eats them, no plate needed, this year it was my mom who did that with one)|
|Lil Man in his "Baby's 1st Thanksgiving" shirt|