Well, it is almost here Thanksgiving, turkey day, the holiday tucked in between Halloween and Christmas, the day we stuff not only the bird but ourselves. It is a day devoted to food and family or family and food, whichever is your priority. In the Kosey household, it is a little of both.

Early in our marriage we went to Husband Joe’s parents for the day — good food, no leftovers. Eventually we took over the holiday and we hosted both sets of parents; we had leftovers. Now we trek over to daughter Tina’s house and gather as a family, and we don’t have to make the turkey and stuffing and don’t have to pull out the good dishes. 

Now about the turkey. In our long married life, I have made only one turkey. I can assure you it is no reflection on my cooking, that one turkey was very good. 

I made it in a brown paper bag. I don’t know why, except I read somewhere it was easy and it was. I used a big brown grocery bag. 

I took the bag of giblets out and then stuffed that bird, buttered it up, stuck a poultry thermometer in it, and shoved it into the bag, being careful not to tear it. Put it on a rack in the pan and into the oven it went. 

Checked the time and the bird and voila it was done, and perfectly I might add. That was the only turkey we made in a bag.

Despite my great turkey-in-a-bag success, I’ve never been in charge of the bird again. The job is now assumed by Husband Joe; I think it is because he likes to nibble before the turkey gets to the table. 

I do the gravy — no lumps, thanks to Wondra flour and constant stirring. The rest of the meal is traditional, with my mom’s recipe for sweet potatoes, string beans, salad, rolls and a few more sides. 

The biggest change is we no longer serve canned jellied cranberries. Daughter Tina now makes homemade cranberry sauce, which is yummy. Dessert is pumpkin and apple pies, no mince thank you. 

I also found a recipe for pumpkin shooters that could be fun. We might play some cards or board games after dinner. As we gather as a family — son, daughter, their spouses, and grandchildren — we realize how much we have to be thankful for, especially the leftovers.