When it comes to the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday, I am stuck in my ways. No, scrap that. I am a dictator. For that reason, I have a hard time relinquishing the dinner prep to say…my mother in law or my sister in law or even Rachael Ray.
It’s with trepidation that I travel to my sister in law’s house this year. Or any year.
She is as passionate about her ancestor’s recipe as I am about mine.
So, after feasting in New York, we will drive back to Boston where I will make two pans of corn bread, dry it out and crumble it up with sausage, apples, cider and cranberries. Then I will take the 22-pound turkey that is defrosting in the fridge and I will stuff it.