I know it has been almost a month since I composed a Kdd. I am sorry for
that. I have made a few attempts lately to create a piece, but for whatever
reason, I have writers block. This is quite frustrating since writing
is one of my hobbies and a wonderful outlet for me. Perhaps, it is
disappointing for you ? I am hoping I will soon be able to post
something,find the creativity that will enable me to produce something
interesting and worthwhile for you my readers.
It has been a crazy few weeks for Darrell and me. We had a great time in
Denver. Then, we both were hospitalized for a couple days as well as have
a friend staying with us. Will tell you more about all that later this
weekend.
this evening we have had a lengthy but very ,fascinating and interesting
discussion with a close friend. Many subjects were discussed,quite
cool.:) However, now its late and I need to get to bed. I still have 2
more days of work before the weekend.
Hope you all are well and please visit my blog soon. I will do my very
best to publish something of substance that you will enjoy. Take Care.
THE STUFFING!
by Lori Andalee Hinderer
I was about 11 when I remember the best part of Thanksgiving day.
The time was very early in the day. I called for my mother to
come quickly to my bed and she lifted me into my wheelchair.
Mom had already started cooking the turkey and the wonderful
smell lofted into my room. This smell reminded me that I was in
charge of helping mom make the delicious stuffing.
She and I chopped up the nice green celery and the perfect
onions. We then threw them into a hot pan with about two (maybe
more!) sticks of melted butter. I could toss in some sage, parsley,
salt, pepper and poultry seasoning.
Mother had to pull the turkey out of the oven, as she had to add
some hot turkey juice to "our" stuffing. I stirred the vegetables
with a big wooden spoon, until they were lightly brown. Then, she
poured it all into a huge blue and white bowl that was filled to the
top with flavored croutons. We guessed on how many eggs, maybe at
least a dozen, were added. She mixed and stirred and mixed and
stirred until the favorite time of the day arrived.
It was time to taste.
Mom gave me a spoon and took one for herself and we both dipped
our spoons in. She always asked me, "What do you think it needs?" I
would say it needs just a bit more sage, a tad more butter and a lot
more turkey juice. Then, we would taste it again. A little more
pepper. It went on and on until it tasted just perfect!
Mom would stuff the moist dressing into the gigantic bird. She
would put what was leftover, into a real dainty casserole dish. Back
into the oven went our turkey with of course, the dressing. An hour
before dinner was to be served, she would place the stuffing
casserole into the oven.
I couldn't wait to eat everything -- turkey, mashed potatoes,
cranberry relish -- and especially, the remarkable dressing. The
dressing was the most delicious and luscious Probably, because I
helped! I can still taste it today as my mouth waters.
Every year at Thanksgiving that was my job -- to help make the
stuffing taste great! Even when I could no longer stir, crack the
eggs, cut the celery and onions, etc., my mom would always give me a
taste and ask me, "What does it need?"
It was a special time. Not only for Thanksgiving but a special
time for my mom and me. I am thankful to her for allowing me to help
make the stuffing.
It was a time I'll always remember. A time I will always hold
dear to my heart.
-- Lori Andalee Hinderer <sliceoflife2 at cox.net>
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