One thing I have never understood was why anyone would want to slave in the kitchen for a long period of time cooking away only to have the food consumed quickly and then everything be over. My mother always seemed to enjoy preparing the Thanksgiving feast and relished at the idea. My Aunt Betty to this day...and I swear it is true...gets giddy when she invites all the family to her house for any kind of holiday or dinner. I have pretty much chalked it up to their generational characteristics.
|This year's desserts.|
This year I had told Shiane and Chuck "we can go eat Chinese" and they were okay with it but later my daughter says "I want a Christmas dinner". I told her I would fix something if that is what she wanted. Then later she informs me "Oh I invited Alicia and Meech over to eat with us. They can't make it home to their families for dinner". My reply was something like "well crap! Now I can't sit around in my pajama's". In the meantime, and much to my relief, Aunt Betty had asked me on Facebook if we were coming up for dinner at her house. I informed her that I had picked up two orphans for Christmas and I know my Aunt Betty's policy is the more the merrier so I didn't think it would be a problem. The problem was the forecast kept calling for ice and snow...each day waning away at the relief I felt and putting a little feeling of panic in my head of "oh crap...I gotta cook a real full Christmas dinner".
|Meech, Alicia, Chuck, Jamie and Shiane|
I had also decided that if I was going to all that trouble to cook a big dinner then by golly we were going to sit at the table like civilized folks! The kids even sat around the table and visited after they finished their meal which was really nice. I thought they would take off to play video games or watch movies.
Some new recipes were tried, all the food was enjoyed and appreciated. I had to smile to myself as I looked at each person at the table and was thankful they were at my house where they could have a nice Christmas dinner. As I sat there visiting with the kids, listening to their stories and laughter I suddenly understood why my Momma and my Aunt Betty always seemed so thrilled about holiday dinners. It's not the work of the cooking or the cleaning up afterwards that gets remembered. Instead, it's the warm feeling of love and joy you have from knowing you have spent time with the ones you love.