Turkey. Sweet potatoes. Brussel
Sprouts. Green beans. Cranberries-real and canned. Gravy. Corn
Hash brown casserole. Hawaiian King
rolls. Shrimp Dip. Stuffing. Pie. Whip Cream. A gigantic plate of
homemade candies, (six varieties).
That is a lot of food for nine people.
And in the end, there is:
Nine dinner plates.
Nine dessert plates.
Five wine glasses.
Two roasting pans.
One dutch oven.
serving utensils and knifes, forks and
That is a whole lot of dishes for nine
And I do not have a dish washer.
I prefer to clean up alone. I always
have numerous offers to help but the biggest reason I don't have a
dishwasher is the fact that I have a very tiny kitchen. There is no
room for a dishwasher. Which means very little room for helpers.
I have clean up down to a
science. And in forty-five minutes the above list was packaged,
washed up and and almost completely put away.
(I let the glassware and the big pots
drain overnight. I am not completely insane.)
My sister, her fiance, my nephew and
our parents went home. Bart and our kids were in the front room,
laughing as they watched the completely holiday inappropriate It's
Always Sunny in Philadelphia. I took up my station at the sink and let
my mind wander.
Washing dishes is almost as good for
creative thinking as showering and driving.
It occurred to me, as I hefted the first
enormous crock into the sudsy water, that the reason I don't mind
doing the dishes is the fact that I grew up in a house of dish-doers.
Which took me back to the many holidays in my Mother's and
Grandmother's kitchens. The head of the respective house washed and
we peons dried. Sometimes it was just my sister and me. When we were
younger it was a variety of Aunts. The women chatted and we kids kept
our mouths shut and gleaned tidbits of gossip about who dried her
noodles in the clothes dryer, and whose mother dressed him as a girl
when he was a young child.
I studied the various pots and pans:
Grossmutter. She liked to pinch. Hard. But I was little, I am sure she was a lovely person.
Grandma S's crocks
the Pampered Chef roaster from my Mom
the Big Blue Roaster from my Sister-in-law
|Grandma S cooked all the time. Except when she was a nurse. I clearly reaped the benefit of my Mom's Pampered Chef addiction, these are probably the best products out there. That roaster was a wedding present. At the time, I never imagined I would use something so enormous. |
the dutch oven from my son
|This was the first Christmas present my son bought be all on his own. It is so heavy. Some day I will have to hire people to lift it for me and then I will pass it on to one of his, as yet nonexistent, children. |
wine glasses from a dear friend
|Look! We haven't broken a single one...yet...And oh my, the stories they could tell...|
I have been doing a disservice to the
kids in my family. How can they ever pass down all those fabulous
tidbits of everyday minutia if they aren't in here drying and
stacking and wishing they were the ones washing?
Guess what kids.
Next year there will be towels with
YOUR names on them.