Thursday, November 29, 2018

Pass the Gravy, Please

Another Thanksgiving has passed us by, another one in the books. Where, oh where do the years go? 

It seems like just last year that I hosted the Thanksgiving meal for my side of the family  - the year that my older brother and his family were in an uproar because I didn’t make gravy. 

Little did I know that gravy is the most important part of a turkey dinner. Somewhere along the line I missed out on that crucial information.

It all started this way: I volunteered to make dinner and to serve it at our home for Thanksgiving day. My family agreed to come from various locations in South Dakota and Nebraska and the weather cooperated and everyone was actually able to make it.

After discussing the menu with my daughters and husband, we decided that I would make those yummy company potatoes instead of the traditional mashed potatoes. You know the ones I am talking about - hashed browns with cream of mushroom soup, green onions, sour cream, cream cheese and other wonderfully tasty and “healthy” ingredients all baked together. My family loves them but we don’t have them very often and decided this would be a good opportunity to serve them. 

And so I went ahead with the T-Day preparations. Pies, stuffing, potatoes, cranberries, Jello salads, bread, vegetables, a relish tray and of course, turkey. We all sat down to eat and everything was proceeding quite well until someone said, “Where’s the gravy?”

Nonchalantly, I responded, “I didn’t make gravy, since we’re having cheesy potatoes instead of mashed.”

Silence.

And then the explosion. 

You’d have thought the end of the world had just occurred. 

Apparently, one cannot possibly serve turkey without gravy. It doesn’t matter that there are no mashed potatoes to put the gravy on. This had not occurred to me and if it occurred to my husband and daughters, they had not thought to say anything to me. Which leads me to believe that one actually can eat turkey without gravy, but suffice it to say that my older brother and his adult sons all truly believe that it is sacrilegious to do so.

Holy Schmoly. 

This fateful Thanksgiving day occurred many years ago but it frequently gets brought up. When my nephew Justin introduced his finance to me, he introduced me as, “This is Terri. She is the one that didn’t make gravy for Thanksgiving one year.” Hmmm. She’d already heard about me.

But that’s okay. When shopping for their wedding gift I carefully picked out the gravy boat that matched the dinnerware on their registry. Now mind you, they hadn’t registered for the gravy boat. I’m not sure what that says about the new bride. Maybe gravy doesn’t register as highly important on her dinner menus, either. However, in addition to the gravy boat, they received several packets of gravy mix. I’ve never actually used a gravy mix and was quite surprised to see that you can buy so many different kinds of mixes. I also was unaware that you can buy canned gravy and jars of gravy. Because, you see, when I do chose to make gravy, I make it from scratch.
So this year I hosted Thanksgiving again, but only for my mother, my sister, my younger brother and his wife. No older brother and nephews. I totally intended to make gravy to go along with the mashed potatoes and turkey, but by the time I got to that point I was tired and didn’t feel like making gravy so I decided not to. Oh well. 

And guess what? 


Nobody even cared.

1 comment:

  1. So funny! I am a fan of gravy with mashed potatoes and I also like gravy on the turkey and bread. But then that is me! I certainly would not make a fuss though if it were not served.

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