A Mushy Feast

First Thanksgiving in our home…still renting…and everyone came over because there was so much room for everyone. Giant 1920s colonial home with ample space for an extra table in the sitting room where everyone can commune and eat and talk about what they're so grateful for. Didn't exactly happen that way…rushed to put up Christmas decorations that we only lit once, pine-sol the heck out of the floors, broke out the serving trays and the table cloths, company began to trickle in, setting trays and pots of food on any available surface in the kitchen. Smells of collard greens and turkey, sweet potato pie and Watergate salad with sounds of laughter and the pitter patter of mini schnauzers running after the children. The mood swelling with anticipation of the feast and the annual football game on the big screen. In approximately 30 minutes: grace is said, mouths are chewing, and all the boys end up in the den watching the game while the women eat around the beautifully decorated table rolling their eyes at them. Worst dish among the spread of traditional food is the worst thanksgiving dish I've ever had! Watery, tasteless, spongy stuffing. I had made my own stuffing that came out a little to salty but still very edible…this stuffing was doughy and yet wet! It was weird! You couldn't decipher one taste or texture from the other. You could tell there were veggies from sight but not from bite, it all felt like mush in your mouth, almost like a sponge bloated with dish water. At least my most horrible dishes encountered were describable, and I knew what i didn't like about it immediately but when something is disgusting and then hard to explain it makes it all the more frustrating! Worst thanksgiving dish ever!!