As I’ve mentioned before, I’m not exactly what you would call a good cook. In fact, I’m terrible at it. I try to leave the majority of cooking in my husband’s hands, who is actually quite good. But when it comes to the holiday’s I feel somewhat obligated to roll my sleeves up and put together a dish or two.
This Thanksgiving was no different. We always spend Thanksgiving with friends and though the exact friends may change from year to year, the dishes basically stay the same. My husband for instance, has made broccoli casserole every Thanksgiving since I have known him. That would be eleven broccoli casseroles and counting. These are only made at Thanksgiving and no other time of the year. I on the other hand, have a different trend going. When I make a dish that actually turns out good (which isn’t often), I stick with it. Not just for Thanksgiving, but for every event I’m ever asked to bring a dish too. Until the inevitable BAD dish comes out. All it takes is one bad showing and the dish of the moment is history while I begin new attempts at something edible.
I am currently on the 2010/11 Deviled Egg Tour. I busted these tasty numbers out for a shower last year to rave reviews. Since then my eggs have hit every holiday table, super bowl party and shower in between. Prior to the deviled egg tour we had the sweet potato tour, spinach salad tour and a summer fill-in: the black beans and rice tour. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. And when it does break, replace it!
So off to Thanksgiving my deviled eggs, Travis’ broccoli casserole, and a store bought pecan pie went. The dishes mingled well with the other traditional holiday fare: green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, turkey, gravy, dressing and biscuits. And although everything was absolutely delicious, shortly after we ate I began feeling ill. Within an hour I was in the host’s bathroom vomiting up every bite. Luckily it wasn’t from anything I had eaten, but actually the start to a 24 hour stomach bug (just one of the lovely side effects of having kids in daycare).
I was out of commission for the rest of the night and the entire day on Friday. Depressed I wasn’t able to truly enjoy the holiday, I tried to focus on the positive side: at least I wouldn’t have to worry about losing those extra holiday calories! On Saturday, as I began to come back to life, I searched the refrigerator for what little leftovers might be waiting for me. As I opened the Tupperware that made its way home with us and looked those deviled eggs in the eye, I realized their tour was coming to an end. Though they tasted wonderful on Thanksgiving night, after their reappearance I just couldn’t stomach another. And so I begin my search for the next “dish,” to join the Beard tour line. Farewell deviled eggs, you had a great run!