Avoiding holiday cooking performance anxiety and neurosis
Remember Thanksgiving is about gratitude and every holiday has its reason for being. Food can just be a pleasant enhancement. What is a food disaster to you will probably not be remembered ... and if it is memorably disasterous ... well, that makes for a great story over the years ... most of the time, you'll look back and laugh . .. yes you will.
1. Be clear about your expectations
2. Be respectful as a host or guest
3. Nobody cares as much as you
4. Chill out. Go with the flow
1, 2 and 3 For the first points, there is a current Chow story by a local reviewer I've come to respect over the years. He's not as fussy as it sounds from the story. He's done some great dive dining. However, reading the story about how much he resents people bringing stuff to his carefully planned dinner had me thinking he missed the point of the holiday.
When Did Thanksgiving Turn Into a Potluck?
Now I think he should have made it clear to his guests not to bring anything. However, as guests we should respect our hosts and clarify their expectations.
There's also a little of 4 in this. I'm sure the guest from hell who brought a mixer to make an unrequested dessert and cluttered the kitchen with utensils and mess didn't get the 'subtle' hint of the host "depositing each in the dish drainer with a clatter loud enough to raise Squanto from the dead."
I would bet the only thing remembered by that person was the thrill of contributing to the dinner. So if guestzilla shows up ... chill ... deal with it ... that person isn't the one getting upset
Also, as comments in that story point out, some behaviour is cultural. Some said that it is rude in the South not to bring along a dish. Some people have a family tradition of potlucks. Some might be new to the holiday and clueless. You are never going to change your elderly aunt and she will bring along almost alive, quivering jello salad.
One comment summed it up perfectly "give everyone the scoop on what's going down at your holiday event, and then you only have to deal with the really pushy people who just have to make their sweet potato mash with pecan-cranberry streusel. There will always be those if you want to have a big gathering,"
And in the end, so what if the steusel makes it to the table.
4. After doing my superiority dance about that article, I found myself stressing over roasting the turkey after a casual comment on Chowhound.
I had to bring myself to reality. Some people will like the food, others will be polite and occasionaly there will be that person who is brutally honest (usually in the elderly aunt or kid category). In the end it will just be about getting together.
I guess taking care of an elderly, ill mother for years loosened my view on the 'perfect' holiday. Things constantly went wrong and out of control.
There was the year at the fancy restaurant where she did a George Bush at the Chinese banquet. The holidays she missed because she got too ill just before.
There was the year I had a dinner for a dozen and was working out of the country and flying in ... to my brand new condo ... that is a recipe for disaster, right? I remember pushing one early guest into having to finish sweeping up and setting the table. Most of all I remember the gluey mashed Yukon gold potatoes I made ... damn you, Marta Stewart, for that recipe.
I also remember the joy in my mom's face as we sat around the table. Even more than a decade later, guests at that dinner compliment me on how wonderful it was. No one remembers the potatoes.
So ... I've calmed down about the turkey. If it doesn't work out ... everyone likes pizza and there are a few joints that are open. Maybe I'll make or buy a back up lasagna.
I totally agree. While yeah, it's great to have a delicious meal and hopefully have everything go well if not perfect while making it, I think sometimes people get so caught up in the moment of everything being perfect they forget it's truly about being with the people you care for. If having the chance to have one more Thanksgiving with all the people I love who are NOT around anymore meant that dinner was gonna be a bowl of cereal, then please pass the milk.
Happy Thanksgiving to all!
I <3 this rworange, thank you! I am one of those people who HAS to cook everything, because I've been planning the meal in its entirety for months. Anything additional would ruin the... well I guess theme does the trick. I do welcome wine (or other beverage) and desserts. I make a pumpkin pie, pumpkin cheesecake, and a pecan pie, but an apple pie or chocolate dessert would be very welcome.
Oh, and the perfectionist in me has to say..... *Japanese banquet.
Rworange, this is the perfect time for your post. It is too easy to get over focused and allow the inevitable mishaps to mar our experience.
When I think back on past holiday meals the people and the warmth of the relationships are the strongest memories. The food is a bit hazier, perhaps because I still have it about my hips.
The only Thanksgiving horror that I recall was my Mother cutting herself when she was removing the wrap from the turkey and requiring a trip to the emergency room for stitches. My Father and I (9 yrs. old) took on cooking the meal. The horror occurred when our cat appeared in the kitchen with a beheaded pet gerbil of mine. Dinner preparations were put on hold while we held a tearful funeral in the back yard and I had a good cry.
Don't remember a thing about the food...nor do I recall the name of the gerbil (there were many of the suicidal buggers.)
My gerbil years were full of sorrow. I was at an age where the names were paired: nit & wit, spic & span, Romeo & Juliet, all I know is that they were determined to escape into the waiting jaws of the cats. We had a lot of back yard funerals. I occasionally wonder if anyone has happened upon all those rodent and feline bones in the back yard of that house. Next time I'm in in Fl. perhaps I'll knock on the door and ask!
re: hill food
my now-MIL and I tucked her into bed about 4pm and finished the dinner....we collectively laugh ourselves breathless about it every year....but it was a tough day! (add the cranberry-sauce stain on the antique oak table, a non-potty-trained new puppy, and sweet-potato peelings clogging the garbage disposal in a tiny kitchen....)
These stories made me laugh and also remember a dinner at my house that all DH's family laugh about many years later. It wasn't a holiday, but all the cousins were in town at the same time for the first time in years. I was travelling for work an wouldn't be home until the night before their last day in town. I knew I couldn't manage a dinner, but invited the whole crew (about 20) for dessert and coffee. I had it all organized, some things made ahead, etc. Well, dear MIL decided we needed to serve everyone dinner and she offered to make a Mexican feast (her specialty), bring it to my house and we'd serve it.
Well, she walked in, an hour late, with boxes full of ingredients and NOTHING made ahead, except a big ziplock back of braised beef for filling. I was STUNNED! Then, she dropped the ziplock bag and very saucy beef EXPLODED all over my kitchen. It was even on the ceiling! We managed to pull together a dinner of sorts and all the cousins still laugh about the look on my face and what a good sport I was about just dealing with it. Ah, family... you gotta love 'em!
I just realized this thread is for me. Even though I am trying to be cool, the terror still keep welling in my chest.. The added pressure is that this is my stepchildren's first Thanksgiving dinner in the US. So if I blow it they will probably hate Thanksgiving forever. Ok, focus and chant ... pizzza ... pizza.
look on the bright side they probably won't hate thanksgiving, just you!
seriously, big breaths and squeeze that point on the palm between thumb and fore and middle finger for a bit of casual accu-pressure,
and it's just a meal, they may not like anything you ever cook so don't squander the chance to endear because of worrying about knocking out a killer meal. I mean it, don't accept the burden of feeling you need to be the North American representative for this tradition.