Here we are, Thanksgiving Week, my favorite week of the year. It involves so many of my favorite things:
Thanksgiving Food:
Not that I’m so crazy for turkey, I mean, I like it and everything, and the way our family has begun roasting a ‘Bacon-Wrapped’ turkey is divine. But I’m in it for three things, as far as food goes:
**PIE**
I adore pie.
**STUFFING**
I ADORE stuffing.
**CANDIED SWEET POTATOES**
OH MY HECK! These things are Holiday Heaven. In fact, of the three things, these (CSP) are the ones I would not want to live without. The only minor, minor problem is that I only know of one MAN alive who can make them right. My Dad. Who, thank heaven, is in pretty good health and not very old:) But, methinks I am going to have to figure out how to produce this amazing Mouth-Watering Wonder myself. My Dad’s dad was the other person who could make them, and he is long gone. That leaves me. I’ve only attempted them once…and the resulting ‘food’ (if we can even call it that) was not pretty. Or tasty. Or edible. My brother, bless his heart, manfully ate a few and did not mention the resulting gastro-disaster to me. Very gentlemanly of him, I thought:) I ate some, trying to figure out where I went wrong and the resulting intestinal trauma is still something I don’t like to think about.
You’re thinking, how hard can CSP’s BE if MAREN can’t make them. Well, apparently, harder than they look. Altho, it does seem like my Dad did try for a few years before they were perfect.
I see a Christmas attempt in my future.
Lots of people I know do not love the CSP, including my daughter Rachel who says that the smell of them makes her nauseaus. Huh. She’s 15, so it’s hard to take her seriously in this matter. Once, when I was a teenager, I remember announcing to my mom that I would not be able to use the same soap as the rest of the family because they had ‘touched’ it and gotten all their germs all over it, rendering it unfit for my use. Teenagers can be a wee bit crazy.
All I’m saying is, just because I happen to think CSP’s are an Edible Eden, doesn’t mean that the rest of you have any sense, er, I mean, taste, no, that’s not it…I mean, the rest of you
DON’T HAVE TO EAT IT
And frankly, if you DON’T eat any, there will be more for me! And Lynn’s bro-in-law, who also worships the syrup these delicious delights soak in.
Oh, and I also like:
*Being with my family (even the crazy ones)
*Counting my blessings, and
*Going on a roadtrip to my Home State, where I like to sing my favorite song (it has the state’s name in it and is probably the nerdiest thing EVER) and drive my kids crazy:)
I LOVE this Holiday:)
🙂
