I hosted Thanksgiving this year, for the first time. I invited my parents and my brother and his girlfriend. I made a 15 pound turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, rolls, honey butter, brussels sprouts, roasted acorn squash and cranberry sauce. (Mom brought the pies) I timed everything perfectly, so it would all be hot and ready on time. (and we only ate a half hour later than planned…)
After the rush of cooking was over, we all sat down to eat. The food was good, and I do love to cook, but sometimes I wonder if it’s worth all the time invested. I felt like I was missing something. I used to feel a little magic on holidays, but I can’t seem to keep that feeling anymore.
What do you do to feel ‘the magic’ on holidays? Is it simply because I’m a grown-up now, and I’m the one to has to make it happen?