Something I'm sure I've mentioned before, but bears repeating in order to understand this post: I love organizing. I am terrible at keeping up with organization (thus the oft-referred-to battle against clutter in our home), but I love to start it. I love checklists and, when I was younger, I adored creating packing lists for vacations - I would do so up to two or three months in advance, using vari-colored markers and even decorating them with stamps and drawings depicting our destination. I was always most sad when I realized I would not be allowed to start packing the items on my list for a number of weeks.
I think, in a way, this obsessive need to plan ahead is my way of keeping in touch with something I'm so excited for that I just can't wait, but the calendar forces me to do so anyway.
This is the state in which I find myself as we approach the coming holiday. This year will be the first Thanksgiving at home for Philip and I and we're blessed to be able to share the day with his family, as well. I am stoked about creating our own holiday dishes and possibly discovering some new must-have recipes or family traditions.
Thus, in preparation, I have tracked down a recipe for every course of our meal - there are no short-cuts or boxed goods here, honey - and selected those with only the highest reviews (while still not being too complicated, either in ingredients or in preparation - I'm excited not psychotic). I have created a spreadsheet detailing the ingredients necessary for each individual recipe (including one for using the leftover turkey the next day), as well as a master ingredient list to be sure I have everything on hand (it's easy to think you have what you need when reading over a recipe that calls for an egg or two, until you realize you need a total of ten eggs spread across your entire menu - quite a difference!). In fact, I have already finished my shopping and have every item on my list safely stowed in my newly cleared refrigerator and pantry (though I understand the possibility of needing to re-stock a few basics within the next week) - minus the turkey, for which I am merely awaiting a gift check from The Pampered Chef (thank you, Mom!).
Is it ridiculous? Maybe. Anal? Most definitely.
But you can just take this atypical Type A behavior as a mere sign of my anticipation of what's to come in a week - a day of cooking for my family on the biggest cooking day of the year. Woohoo!