Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Earning My Stripes

Holidays have a way of provoking memories of family for most of us. For some, those memories aren’t so good, but for many, like me, Thanksgiving and Christmas remind us of good times with loved ones who are present at the table only in spirit now.

I’m in the process of making dressing for the Thanksgiving meal we’ll have at mama’s tomorrow, and I can’t stop thinking about grandma. Grandma made the best dressing in the whole world. Not stuffing, dressing. Stuffing was a little frou frou for us. As a kid, I regularly perched myself on that wobbly kitchen stool and watched her mix up cornbread and bread with onion, celery, spices, broth and of all things, chicken noodle soup until she had it just the way she wanted it. Then I would wait eagerly for that savory smell to start drifting from the oven. Dressing has always been one of my favorite parts of the Thanksgiving meal.


There’s a hierarchy to the assignment of dishes for the Thanksgiving meal, with the cooking of the turkey and dressing left to the senior members of the family. When you’re a newlywed or a new in-law who has to prove her culinary worth, you’re usually assigned something foolproof like corn or rolls, and you work your way up the casserole ladder each year until you reach the pinnacle of the spread, which is the turkey. Dressing, however, is right up there under the turkey. Screw it up, and your one shot at captain’s bars in the Thanksgiving army is over. You’ll be busted down to green bean private faster than you can say French’s Fried Onions.


I graduated to dressing duty a couple of years ago, which was a little earlier than I expected, but I think mama was just overwhelmed enough that year to delegate that duty. And since no one else jumped at the chance, I said, “Me, me, me!” Now, I didn’t mess up the dressing that year, but my dressing was just okay. It wasn’t bad, but it didn’t set the world on fire. Its popularity level was somewhere between Bristol Palin (thank heavens the viewers of DWTS did the right thing) and a TSA pat down. Since then, I have continued to tweak it in hopes of making it really good one day. I don’t have any hope of it ever being as good as Grandma’s, but I’ll try. And as I mix that cornbread and fixin’s tonight, I’ll be seeing Grandma in her apron standing in front of that stove with that banged up baking pan wishing she was here to teach me how to graduate to captain.
*That picture is of grandma holding mama in the early 1940's.

8 comments:

J.G. said...

As usual, you made me laugh! This time it was "captain's bars in the Thanksgiving army" that did it. Thanks for another clever, insightful post.

Have a great day tomorrow and may your dressing be all it can be.

The Girl Next Door said...

"Busted down to green been private..." That's Awesome!! What a great way to tell the story of family and hierarchy.

I think I wrecked Ex's entire family hierarchy the year I declared I would make the Christmas Custard because it was "easy." For years his family told stories about the Perfect and Elusive Custard. Then Great Grandmother was gone and Mother was sick & couldn't do it. Seriously? My mom taught me the trick years ago - put some of the hot mix into the egg mix and whip them together - THEN dump it back into the hot mix. Easy peasy. Silly Ex's family. They never forgave me for debunking that myth...

karisma said...

HAPPY Thanksgiving LOVELY LADY! HUGS XOXOX

oreneta said...

Hehehehehehhehhhh.

It is odd how families work isn't it.

~sWaMpY~ said...

Just flew over to wish you a HAPPY THANKSGIVING and saw that you, too, had posted a vintage photo.
Some day I'll have time to be back visiting again.
Until then...

Jan n Jer said...

LOL, as always you gave me a chuckle. My fondest memory of Thanksgiving is also of my Grandma, she made the best cole slaw, I can just see her grating the head of cabbage now. Your Grandma's dressing sounds delish. Blessings to you an yours Hula, enjoy this day!

TACMAC said...

HULA....did we share the same grandmother?? MY grandmother made the "best of alllll time" dressing!! (I think there was a secret thing she put in there that she never told anyone....because NO ONE can make it jusssst right).

Thanks for the wonderful reminders of how truly great families can be!!

the parishioner who doesn't do anything said...

Don't know about your dressing, Hula, but I'd pin some writing stripes right on your apron if I had any to give. I love family!