Thanksgiving is hands-down my favorite holiday.
Second only to Easter.
Easter is hands-down my favorite holiday but it's November, and talking about Easter when the leaves are falling and the air is crisp with the smell of Autum would be, well, ridiculous.
Actually, we're in Dallas so the weather now may or may not be the weather we'll be having come Spring, and, since there are still mosquitos trying to consume my children in small bites, it may not be such a stretch.
Anyway, we're talking about Thanksgiving - the greatest holiday ever because it revolves around food. Lots and lots of delightful food. Food and football.
Food + Football = Wonderment
There aren't presents to buy, one million parties to line babysitters up for, finals, fireworks, or the guilt trip associated with forgetting to buy your spouse a romantic pink and red card covered with hearts and stuff. I don't know that last part first-hand, I've just heard rumors. From my husband.
THANKSGIVING, I LOVE IT!
We're getting ready over here at the Hill house and are camping out inside for the day. I've got myself a lot of cooking to do since, over time, I have slowly been entrusted to some of the Hill family recipes. It's taken 15 years but I've finally been given something besides the pies.
Something VERY important.
This year, I'll be making the Sweet Potatoes (please don't let me ruin them, please don't let me ruin them).
The sweet potatoes are a VERY integral part of our Thanksgiving menu. Were we to rank them, they'd be almost as important as the broccoli rice, on par with the stuffing, and exponentially more important than the rolls which I'm also in charge of.
Oh, the pressure.
And so begin my annual jokes that I'm making the recipe with Splenda and it will be, for the first time, gluten-free.
Of course I kid because actually altering the recipe at all would easily cause an insurrection in the Hill house the likes of which hasn't been seen since the great 2006 Thanksgiving Day game upset of the #10 ranked University of Texas by the unranked Texas A&M.
I had to sleep outside that night.
Truth be told, the Hill family love of food is one of my favorite things about being part of this crew. I grew up with a dad who was constantly in the kitchen trying out recipes on us, making vats of Spaghetti sauce from scratch, and feeding us grilled chicken covered with crazy-spicy African peppers and loving food in general.
It doesn't get much better than sharing a wonderful meal with people you love and eating until you want to die.
Darius just came in and said that's his goal for tomorrow. "MaMelissa, I'm gonna eat tomorrow until I want to throw up. Can I wear basketball shorts because, you know, they're stretchy."
Yes, Darius, you can.
Welcome to the family.
Wishing you a blessed Thanksgiving from our table to yours.