My mother made these wonderful place markers for each guest. They each held a dozen pieces of Harbor Sweets chocolates that we bought in Salem, Mass.. She placed rosemary and pine cones from our gardens on the front of each of them.
Our family was brought together for the first time, and we sat and bonded with the help of three turkeys, several pounds of stuffing, an equal amount of mashed potatoes, a ton of corn, plentiful green beans, rolls for days, 20(!) pumpkin and pecan pies, Crab Hoelzel, Peanut Soup, sweet potatoes, and if I’m forgetting anything you’ll have to forgive me because come on, that’s a lot of food.
We held the dinner at my parents’ guest house, or, as it’s more commonly known, The Stone House. It features a jukebox that spins vintage 45s, and a very wide-open space in the main room that could comfortably accommodate the thirteen people who attended. Cooking that kind of meal for such a large group created certain logistical issues that necessitated the use of chafing dishes and sternos, a first for us. And I’d like to say I did a wonderful job popping the caps off of the sternos and lighting them!
Other ways in which I contributed:
-Moving the food into the chafing dishes.
-Bringing up soda and apple cider from the downstairs refrigerator.
-Lending my calming presence.
-Plugging the impromptu playlist into the jukebox.
-Helping my sister find La Bamba in said jukebox, which proved difficult due to a mislabeling.
-I wanted to set up a fog machine, but was overruled.
-Getting engaged, thereby necessitating the event in the first place!
And by the end of the meal, we all felt kind of like this: