I distinctly remember my first time hosting a major holiday at my house. I cooked for six, almost everything homemade, and I spent about twelve hours in the kitchen, totally and completely frazzled. My feet hurt so badly I could barely walk afterwards. Instead of feeling proud or accomplished, I felt like I had been completely bamboozled. I realized that the whole hosting gig is a racket. You have to shop, prep, cook and clean for a bunch of people who only lightly appreciate it unless they also have completely wiped themselves out cooking and hosting a similar meal.
I love, love, love food but I decided right then that I would figure out my own way to host and entertain that doesn’t make me feel like I’ve been hit by a mack truck afterwards. My current solution is to pick a couple of stand-outs to make from scratch and then use shortcuts for all the rest. My sister is hosting us for Thanksgiving this year, but I volunteered to bring a hefty amount of sides because she is doing so much of the work. Even though I’m a guest, I’m adopting my own philosophy. I insisted on homemade cranberries and sweet potato casserole because they are probably my favorite dishes on the table. To balance it out, I got approval from my sis to bring Stove Top stuffing and Pillsbury crescent rolls. Because, honestly? I think those store bought options are delicious.
We’re going to hit the road now, but I’ll be back later today with my gratitude list. What are you cooking? Please tell me you have help! It’s too much for one soul to handle. If you’re a lucky attendee without cooking responsibilities, I INSIST that you insist on washing the dishes as a big thank you to the chef.
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