Thanksgiving Resolutions

My jeans are really tight this morning… yours? I hope you’re in the same boat I’m in. It’s awful, isn’t it? That post-Thanksgiving bloat?

Anyway, it was a lovely day filled with family and great food.

Much to my dismay, however, was the one-upmanship happening at the ol’ Hansen house on Thanksgiving. I was assigned rolls and, as an afterthought, an appetizer. I thought I went above and beyond by getting REAL bakery rolls (thanks Baker Bill!) And I brought not one but TWO dips for an appetizer (thanks, CostCo!)

So, theoretically, we should have arrived at Mom’s early to serve up the appetizer. Well, imagine my dismay when I arrive exactly at the designated time (therefore rendering my fancy shmancy dips useless.) There, in the kitchen, the most beautiful yams were being pulled out of the oven. Beautiful coconut crusted, very appetizing yams. Done by my little sister!! What?!?!?!? When she was not testing the doneness of said yams, she was slicing and dicing the apples that were going in her gourmet stuffing which sat next to the bowl of fresh homemade cranberry sauce that she also made.

Yikes! I’ve been outdone – by my LITTLE sister! How lame I must be. There I am - a grown adult and all I had to offer were the rolls that somebody else made. What a sorry state I am. My older sis always contributes a fabulous tasty dish… The family enjoyed teasing me about the different ‘contributions.’ (Though I maintain, no one bothered my bro, who only contributed Cool Whip.)

Is there such thing as a Thanksgiving Resolution? If not, there should be.

I hereby resolve:

1. To learn a new dish or two – something OTHER than cookies.
2. Show up at Thanksgiving with a little more than I was asked to bring.
3. Figure out a treat NOW to show the young-‘uns how it’s done at the summer BBQ.