When I say I began preparations for Thanksgiving early, I mean really early. Like, within 5 minutes of realizing that 11 adults and 6 children would be joining us around the table for the festivities, I started putting my new dining room table to the test…pulling out the leaves, and trying to arrange 11 chairs around it. I bought the biggest tablecloth I could find. I bought placemats. I searched the basement for the 13 place settings of fine china we got for our wedding 8 years ago and only used once since. Honestly, I would’ve gone ahead and set the table weeks ago if I weren’t having a large group at my house the Sunday before. (It’s embarassing enough when people come over and see your house decked out for Christmas before Thanksgiving. I could not rationalize also having my table set for Thanksgiving 5 days in advance.)
In my defense, I have always wanted to host a big, nice holiday dinner but never had the space to do it. For years were were in our little apartment, then our townhouse with our small round glass table in the eat in kitchen. Last year we got the big dining room but had no table in it, nor did our family come to us for the holidays. Now that we’re in Syracuse, we are able to have both sides of our families together. My family lives local and we have enough room to house Brian’s family. Enter the Thanksgiving dinner party of my dreams. At long last I’d have the opportunity to channel my inner Martha Stewart and produce a tradition-worthy holiday.
We busted out the good china, we pulled in extra chairs, we planned, shopped, planned and shopped some more. We bought a 20 pound turkey, and when that turkey stunk up the garage fridge…and the rest of the garage, we got another one. We ironed table linens and wiped the dust off the fine china (ok, let’s be honest, I ironed the table linens and wiped the dust off the fine china…there is only so much domestication I can subject my husband to). We cooked as much as we could in advance, divvied up the cooking with our guests, and on Thanksgiving day, all systems were go. Things went relatively smoothly, except for the fact that our 22 lb turkey defied the laws of physics and took close to 5 hours to come up to temp. Fortunately the appetizers and spirits had been out for a couple of hours already so no one seemed to mind the delay (except for me, obviously).
It was an absolute blast…even before dinner started! How blessed we are to have such great families, immediate and extended, that we can all get together and have an enjoyable relaxing day together. And sitting down for the main event was no exception. So when everyone was finishing up dinner and my younger sister Caroline leaned over to me (repeatedly, despite my attempts to ignore her) and suggested we go around the table and say what we’re thankful for, I set into a bit of a panic. Everything had gone so well thus far…families blending…no awkwardness, and she wanted to put this occasion to the ultimate awkward test by “passing the mic” around this table of adults? Martha would not approve of such impromptu and unscripted holiday fun.
But when she ignored the fact that I was ignoring her and announced her idea to the entire table, I was pleasantly surprised (and bashfully put in my place). I will forever remember this Thanksgiving by the things said around that table. Everyone was honest, and transparent. We shared our joys and the blessings we had found in the midst of loss, sadness and unrest. We thanked each other for each other. We said the things that we often assume the people we love already know, but they so love hearing it. We learned more about the people we didn’t know that well, and we learned more about the people we thought we knew really well.
All in all, it was not planned, it was not prepared. It couldn’t be set up in advance, or purchased. I could not iron the wrinkles out of it, or wipe the dust off of it in preparation. But it was, without question, the most beautiful part of our picture perfect Thanksgiving day.




