I flipping love cornbread dressing. It’s not a super-common side dish so I forget EVERY YEAR until the next holiday season and then I go ape shit eating all cornbread dressing in sight.
Then I take a five hour coma.
Here’s an interesting factoid I learned this Thanksgiving: triptophan is totally not the cause of the post-meal near-death sleeping experience. It’s just the huge amounts of warm food.
Hubs planned the entire damn menu and may I just say he’s so good at this stuff it hurts. For proteins, we did a chicken (for size) and glazed ham (best decision ever). Side dishes were cornbread dressing (obviously) and mashed/baked sweet potatoes (made extra awesome by the inclusion of approximately five pounds of butter).
Let me mention that dessert was made-from-scratch sweet corn cakes (HUBS KILLED IT) with vanilla cream and a blackberry reduction.
I wasn’t exaggerating about the five hour coma, by the way.