Ah thanksgiving is finally over, I am not sure if that is good or bad, as now I have to start planning for Christmas. I have to start over with the whole menu planning, the tablescape, the table seating…I know a bigger house with a nice big dining room and an even bigger kitchen would make all this so much easier and nicer…just in case Santa is reading this blog…hint hint!
We finally got the whole christmas lights situation figured out and they are up and I am positive our house is the brightest on the block, blinding our neighbors! Picked up our tree yesterday and I will be decorating it hopefully tonight. That is another project by itself. That is me complaining…I love a fresh pine needle christmas tree, however those darn pine needles that fall all over the carpet and sticks you when you leats expect it is the worst!
Thanksgiving this year was wonderful, as usual…great weather! I was able to make my turkey outside in our firepit. This is the first year we did not do a deep fried turkey. So you know my turkey was handsome compared to previous years. By that I mean he was not totally black on the outside.
Traditionally every Thanksgiving and Christmas morning, I make Bahamian Chowder, with fresh lobster meat. This is paired with freshly baked bread and Ham. This is our breakfast and snacking on throughout the day meal, as I usually do dinner on these holidays. This year I am sharing my treasured recipe for my chowder. And the lobster meat I used in this recipe came all the way from the waters of Trinidad/Caribbean. I brought them back from our fishing Trip down there. So you know I knew them when they were alive and kicking or is that clawing!
Do you have a tradition? Come on share it with me. I am still trying to figure out how to make my comment box more noticeable. Have patience with me until then.
Enjoy the Bahamian Chowder…I should rename it to Trini Chowder!
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I have I real hard tradition that I keep for self. Sunday meal was always special growing up back in SK. Never mind as a kid my job was to hand wash all the dishes. But Sunday meal was bigger and always more interesting that my Auntie cooked who raised me. She never thought me how to cook. But she surely did it by example.
When I moved to the U.S I was on my own and have been ever since. No matter what happens on Sunday if in at home and not on the road traveling or anything like that. I will always no matter what cook me my own meal. Even if it means it will be an experimental dish made. It’s illegal by my decree to eat out and not eat a home cooked meal. So on Sunday’s I cook something. That’s It.
That girl may never get it even if I try to explain it wanting to maybe eat out.
For me it’s my Tradition of my upbringing and watching my Auntie cook 3 square meals a day ever single day as I grew from a little kid into adult until I left home. So I dedicate one day a week to cook something…. and it matters not if it takes me all say long. It’s not something I can explain. But I honor my Auntie by doing it.
That’s my Tradition and I’m sticking to it!