This year, we spent Thanksgiving with Cent and his family just outside of Savannah, Georgia. While I have southern roots, (my mom and auntie were both born in Georgia, and my Granddaddy was a Georgia boy), I’ve never had a real Southern Thanksgiving. Having grown up in California for pretty much my entire life, we didn’t have many of the goodies that the South is known for.
When Cent’s mom started cooking the night before, my eyes widened at how much was being prepared. I asked Cent if there were more people coming. Nope. There would be ten of us for Thanksgiving. And that’s it. I’m used to seeing big meals prepared because Thanksgiving lunch or dinner with my family always consists of at least fifteen people, between aunts, uncles, cousins, and the grandmothers. But with the amount of food I saw my mother-in-law cooking, I was sure there had to be more than just ten. Seriously.
The night before Thanksgiving, we were all up until about 2:30 in the morning. It was crazy. Cent was scouring the Best Buy waiting for the Black Friday sales to start online. I was busy blogging some thank yous. And Cent’s mom, aunt, and grandma were cooking up a storm.
The food was delicious. We had turkey, pork tenderloin, and glazed ham. We had mashed potatoes, dressing, and macaroni and cheese. Let me just say that I’m a BIG fan of Mac & Cheese at Thanksgiving! Back home, we never had macaroni and cheese as one of the side dishes. (Except, apparently this year they did!) And since Cent doesn’t like cheese, I get to have his serving of the cheesy dish. Mmmmm.
So there were a couple of things I wasn’t crazy about. The greens. This is totally a southern dish and I didn’t even know what they were until I met Cent. And I’m greens challenged. Not a fan. So after trying a couple of bites, I gave the rest to Cent, in exchange for his invisible serving of mac & cheese. I also wasn’t into the sweet potatoes. See, I spent one Thanksgiving in France, and “accidentally” had sweet potatoes and was scarred for life. Okay, a little dramatic, but it’s true. I thought they were mashed carrots and they tasted off. So when I tried Cent’s mom’s sweet potatoes, my heart grew no fonder for the food. Thankfully, my mother-in-law is awesome and wasn’t offended by what I didn’t like. And no, there was no talk of offending anyone’s people. Phwew.
After sleeping off the tryptophan-induced coma, I had some dessert. I LOVED the pound cake! Had Cent’s mom not given away half of it to her sister-in-law and family, I probably would have eaten it. All. Because I pretty much at 80% of the remaining half of the pound cake.
I’m thankful to have been able to spend Thanksgiving with Cent and his family and I’m super excited to see my family in a few weeks for Christmas!
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