Did I ever tell you about the time Evelina, Johanna and I cooked Thanksgiving dinner for 20 people? My was that an adventure!!
To be honest, it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. (Mind you I’m saying this now, about two months after the fact, I’m pretty sure at the time I was one stressed out little chipmunk!)
I was most nervous about the Turkey, capital T, and whether or not we had gotten enough to feed 20. Here, in The Cold White North, Turkeys are a little smaller. You just can’t find your 10-15 lb Turkey anywhere. So we got two smaller Turkeys, and crossed our fingers. (In Sweden they actually hold their thumbs instead of cross their fingers, as I’m sure you remember.)
We also prepared a variety of other Thanksgivingy things so the Swedes could experience some American cooking. (Or what I told them was American cooking; at least an American cooked it.) Mashed potatoes, stuffing, gravy and gourds lined the table. Not all the Swedes dared to try all the food, but they all said it was good! This may have been because written into the invitation I told them they must say the food was good. I kind of regret this now, because I’m not sure if they were just saying that it was good because they had to. I don’t regret it that much though because I heard what I wanted to hear.
I hope all of your Thanksgivings (two months ago) were also excellent.