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A Thanksgiving Toast

25 Wednesday Nov 2009

Posted by Janell in Life at Home, Prayer, Soul Care

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Drug Recovery, Everyday Life, Prayer, Soul Care, Thanksgiving Dinner

Jon and Dad -- November 24, 2009

This year I”m thankful in all the usual ways.

But it’s the unusual that  has me writing in the midst of tomorrow’s meal preparations.   The work can wait but this urge to grow still cannot.  I feel the need to sit down and gather my thoughts and name my feelings that tug at my heart,  to write words that will become a prayer of thanksgiving to God for my brother Jon.

It is a crazy sort of grace that the year’s Thanksgiving toast goes to Jon, who has been in and out of drug addiction for more years than I wish to count, but who is now in recovery.  Two years and counting.  To no longer associate Jon with drug addiction through  Pavlovian response makes me shake my head in wonder.  It is pure gift to not worry about Jon working his recovery program, though I know Jon has no such luxury.  Jon can never let down his guard, Jon can never believe he’s healed from his drug addiction, if he wishes to do  “good” and be “good”‘.

So what does “good” look like?  Do good acts cause a person to become good  when others say so — when a person has jumped through enough hoops or spoken all the right words?  Or does goodness arise in the heart of one doing good, as if the good acts themselves are some sort of mysterious medicine to heal whatever is broken.  Perhaps it is both; I know it would be hard for me to believe in my own goodness if others did not.

Like all of us, even the biblical saints like Paul, Jon did not do the good he wanted to do, and instead did the evil he did not want to do.  This is the human condition.  I don’t acknowledge this truth to excuse  or sugar-coat Jon’s bad choices.  But it would be evil to not confess that we all slide up and down the good and bad continuum, that we are all broken in some form or fashion, that we are all a mixed bag of good and evil.

Jon is not the same Jon as before.  That would be impossible; the Jon before drug addiction is buried under the  new face Jon wears, the one who has learned and helped us learn about the power of drugs to destroy and disintegrate relationships and businesses and credit ratings and good reputation and hope.  The one who had to learn how to survive life in prison.

Yet there is a part of Jon that has survived all the drugs and destruction.  Maybe this is the part of Jon that is eternal and real, I don’t know.  But if I can call it this, then the real and eternal part of Jon is the one who can still make me laugh.  The one who is generous with self, possessions and forgiveness.  The one who takes our father to the potty with Daddy’s dignity still intact.  The one who, since being released from prison, faithfully calls his two daughters twice a week and who is now paying monthly child support payments.  The one who is even making child support payments for an illegitimate son he has never met, conceived on one of his many stints in a drug recovery program.  Maybe someday Jon will be able to meet George.

Last Thanksgiving, well actually it was the day after since the prison unit was locked down on Thursday, I brought Jon a paper plate  loaded with Thanksgiving goodies.  This year Jon and I will spend Thanksgiving the way it’s suppose to be spent in all the best stories with happy endings.  We will spend it surrounded by family and friends in a home filled with lovely smells of roasted turkey and dressing and yeast rolls and the click-clack of silverware and the five different snippets of conversation all going on at once.

A new day breaks in my brother’s life and I pray, oh Lord, I don’t know what to pray.  But tomorrow is Thanksgiving.   And I am thankful that my brother Jon and I will break bread and celebrate our brokenness together.

Granny’s Cornbread Dressing

24 Tuesday Nov 2009

Posted by Janell in In the Kitchen, Life at Home

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Cornbread Dressing, Everyday Life, In the Kitchen, Thanksgiving Dinner

I am drying torn up pieces of bread so that I can later wet it  with home-made chicken and turkey broth.  This seems an odd process when I let my mind rest on it.  But at its most essential, that’s what cornbread dressing is — lots of hot broth and lots and lots of dry bread.  Somehow, within this humble combination a miracle happens, which makes the ordinary anything but.  And this was especially true when Granny took the stuff to task.

I’m not sure, but I have a hunch that Granny used whatever bread she had around:  maybe a few hamburger buns, left-over brown-‘n’-serve rolls from Sunday’s dinner, a few leftover canned biscuits that my Grandfather wanted at every meal, in addition to store-bought loaves of bread.  And of course, Granny would have baked fresh cornbread to dry, probably from a store-bought mix.

Maybe I like to think Granny did this because this is what I do.  I don’t purchase store-bought loaves of bread often, though I did have half a loaf sitting in my freezer that went into my drying pans.  This year’s assortment  also includes freshly baked cornbread from 3 packages of a Shawnee Mills mix, a dozen plus left-over Sure Shot Rolls from Sunday’s dinner and a few baguettes bought from the local French Saigon bakery.

Long after I’d mastered Granny’s egg noodles, I never thought to recreate Granny’s dressing in my own kitchen.  The thought seemed not just intimidating but a sacrilege; to attempt this miracle would be to walk on hallowed ground.  But one  too warm November  day in Texas —  when I was  hungry for a taste of home and probably not in my right mind —  I decided to metaphorically shed my shoes and take a few baby steps.

Like most of Granny’s best dishes, no written recipe exists.  I know this since I inherited Granny’s one and only cookbook; all her prized Thanksgiving jewels are missing; no noodles, no cranberry relish, no cornbread dressing.  So when I called Granny, she had to  come up with a recipe on the spot.  And while I don’t kid myself that my dressing, even with Granny’s recipe, tastes anything like Granny’s, it’s better than any I could make with any other recipe.

Perhaps it’s time to hunt down the missing recipe of Granny’s Thanksgiving trilogy —  surely one of the aunts has Granny’s recipe for cranberry relish.  I know my brother would be mighty grateful for a taste of it.  In the meantime, try Granny’s dressing for a taste of the best in southern comfort food.  From my life to yours.

Cornbread Dressing

8 to 10 Servings

5 cups dried cornbread pieces
5 cups dried yeast bread pieces
5 to 6 cups hot chicken or turkey broth
3 stalks of celery, diced
1 small onion, diced
3 Tbsp butter
2 eggs, slightly beaten
1 tsp poultry seasoning
1 tsp sage
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp pepper

Three days before (see note for quick dry method)

Tear up bread into a large cake pan or roaster; spread thin enough that bread is able to easily dry.  Stir daily until dried.  Leave on counter, covered at night.

One day before:

Bring broth to a boil.

Saute vegetables in butter until softened, over medium low heat.

In a large bowl, add dried bread crumbs and mix in spices.  Add all other ingredients (except for eggs.)  Taste to adjust seasonings.  I often double the sage and poultry seasoning; and depending on the amount of salt in the broth, I may add more salt as well.   The consistency of your dressing mix should be more than just moist, rather like cooked oatmeal.  Cover the bowl with plastic wrap and place in refrigerator overnight.

Serving Day:

Spray a 9 x 13 pan liberally with Pam.  Do one final taste test to adjust seasonings before adding eggs.  Add more broth if dressing  has lost its oatmeal-like consistency.  Then add eggs  to the dressing and mix well.  Pour dressing into pan and bake in a 400 oven for 20-30 minutes.

Note for quicker dry: Preheat oven to 250 degrees and turn it off.  Place bread pieces in oven proof pan, to dry.  Every couple of hours stir bread pieces and reheat then turn off the oven.  In the evening, the bread should be removed from the oven, and once cooled it can be covered.  The process can begin again the next day until bread is dried.  This was my Mother’s solution, when she  would inevitably remember on Tuesday that she’d forgotten to begin drying on Sunday.  Once dried, leave on top of the counter, still exposed to air, until time to mix.

Granny’s Egg Noodles

20 Friday Nov 2009

Posted by Janell in In the Kitchen, Life at Home

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Everyday Life, Home-made Egg Noodles, In the Kitchen, Thanksgiving Dinner

During my growing up years, Thanksgiving dinner always meant a huge feast at Granny’s house.  Everyone brought a dish or two and this worked out well, since everyone had their own specialities.  Granny’s were her home-made egg noodles and cornbread dressing.

I haven’t had a stable Thanksgiving table for years.  Once I married, I became a Thanksgiving vagabond, spending many Thanksgivings with in-laws, a few at either Granny’s or my mother’s, but especially in my Texas years, I enjoyed a quiet smallish dinner with my husband and children.  Since returning to Oklahoma, I’ve celebrated Thanksgiving in three places in three years.

This year I’m staying home.  I’ve invited family from hither and yon, a mix of his, mine and ours.  My son Kyle is hoping to bring one of his college friends, an international student from Portugal, who has never experienced an American style Thanksgiving dinner.  And of course, the item that received the most press from my son to his friend was our family legacy of egg noodles.  My table may have changed with the year, but Granny’s noodles and dressing have been a faithful Thanksgiving staple of my moveable feast.

Noodle making is more art than science.  The ingredients are few, the measurements approximate, the process requires time.  I learned to make Granny’s noodles on a sunny autumn weekday when I was twenty-something.  My girls were young — Kate, four and Kara not yet crawling.  Even now, I see us all gathered in Granny’s kitchen.

It is time to roll out the noodle dough, which Granny always does on top of her kitchen table that she covers with torn-up paper grocery sacks dusted with flour.  As I divide the dough for rolling, I can hear Granny say, “Jan, be sure and roll that dough real thin.”  Then, later, after the dough has dried, when I cut a few noodles too wide, “Jan, be sure and cut your noodles thin.”  A narrow thin noodle was best in Granny’s book, as thin translates to a tender noodle.

As soon as the noodles were dry to the touch, Granny would package them in a leftover bread bag for the freezer.  Granny always made her noodles in advance, at least a couple of weeks before.  And when she was ready to cook them, the noodles went straight from the freezer into the hot boiling chicken broth.

More than twenty-five years later, I have become Kara’s teacher.  Sometime this weekend, we will be getting together for Kara’s second lesson.  And though I don’t know the day or the hour, I do know how the story will go.  We will do everything just like Granny did, following her unwritten recipe that is better passed on by hand than in longhand… or in keystrokes on a screen.

Kara and I will gather our ingredients.  We will mix, knead and roll the dough.  And then the noodles will be cut, sandwiched between two drying periods.  And when Kara begins to roll the dough, I’ll be sure to say:  “Now roll the dough as thin as you can get it, Kara.”  And later, after the dough has dried sufficiently:  “Now, cut your noodles nice and thin.”

In my life, this is how we make noodles.   — one generation teaching the art to another — repeating the same process and hints until your hands know what words are unable to describe.  Practice makes perfect.

From Granny’s life to mine… and now to Kara’s and your’s.

Granny’s Egg Noodles

Serves 6 to 8

Cooking Time: 20 to 30 mins   Preparation Time:  4 hours (including 3 hours of drying time)

For Dough:
3  large eggs
3 Tbsp half-and-half (can substitute water)
2  to 2 1/4 cups all purpose flour (for dough)
2 cups all purpose flour (for rolling) — sometimes more
1 tsp salt
To Cook:
5 to 6 cups of chicken broth (preferably home-made)
salt to taste

To mix: Mix salt and flour in a bowl.  In a larger bowl, whisk eggs with cream until fully mixed.  Whisk in one cup of flour mixture, removing all lumps.  Then, with a wooden spoon, mix the second cup of flour until fully incorporated.   On clean flat surface,  pour out remaining 1/4 cup of flour and place noodle dough (will be sticky to the touch) on top of the flour —  knead in flour until dough is smooth and slightly tacky.  Any leftover flour can be used for rolling or discarded.  Let dough rest for 10 minutes.

To roll:  Divide dough into 3 even pieces.  Sprinkle remaining flour over rolling surface –torn up paper sacks really helps speed up the drying process.  Roll dough with a rolling pin, continuing to coat dough with flour, until it’s as thin as you can roll it — 1/8 to 1/16 inch.  Continue until all dough is rolled.  Let dry for about an hour, turning once or twice to ensure even drying.

To cut: Roll dough into a tight rolls (like a rolled newspaper) and cut the roll with a sharp knife on a cutting board. Unroll cut noodles.  Allow two or more hours of drying time — humid days extends drying time.  Alternatively, you may cut the dough into narrow strips without rolling.  When I use this method, my noodles are typically shorter in length.  After noodles are dry to touch, place in a freezer bag and into the freezer.

To cook:  In a large pot over medium high heat, bring  5 to 6 cups of chicken broth to a boil.  Taste to adjust salt seasoning once broth is warm.  When boiling, drop in frozen noodles, reduce heat to medium to medium low, and cook covered for 10 to 15 minutes.  Stir occasionally to avoid sticking.  Noodles and broth should be creamy rather than soupy — and water can be added where too thick.

To serve: Over cornbread dressing or mashed potatoes or as a straight-up side.

“Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? — every, every minute?”

-- Thornton Wilder, "Our Town"

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