On Hostess Neurosis

My friend Sue recently introduced me to a delightful term especially applicable this time of year: Hostess Neurosis. I am sure it is something most readers have experienced at least once; I know I sure have.

Thanksgiving and I are in a complicated relationship. Early on in my hostessing career, I was plagued with much anxiety and perfectionism. While this doesn’t make for a happy, calm person, it certainly helps to produce an amazing overachiever-style meal to remember. Back then, I cooked like my life depended on it.

At some point in my early thirties, I snapped out of it and found what healthy people call perspective. I realized that people will still like me and love me even if I’m not perfect. Even if the stuffing is dry. Even if my silverware has water spots. Even if I’m not a size six.

The downside of this, of course, is that I’m no longer a size six. Ha, I kid! No, the real downside is that when you lose your anxiety, you also lose a lot of your desire to perform at the top level of every single thing in life because you’re in on the secret that it doesn’t really matter. Well, no, that’s not quite right. Things matter, but they start mattering for the right reasons. Things no longer matter out of fear of rejection, they matter because they are truly important to you. This knowledge frees you up a lot. And by you, I mean me.

It’s my long-winded way of saying Thanksgiving is still very important to me, but in a more normal way. I’ve never stopped working hard at planning Thanksgiving. I’ve never stopped making lists, and lists of lists, and attempting to serve The Best Thanksgiving Dinner You Ever Ate. I’m still a little competitive and I still care about doing a good job. It’s still a helluva lot of work and there’s no getting around that part. But finally I can say my Hostess Neurosis has evolved into basic garden variety Hostess Seasonal Stress curable with a little wine. In losing the perfectionism, I’ve lost some of the excellence it once produced, but I’ve gained a lot of joy in the production. I think that’s a pretty fair trade, and I’m thankful for that.

Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor, the enemy of the people. It will keep you cramped and insane your whole life… I think perfectionism is based on the obsessive belief that if you run carefully enough, hitting each stepping-stone just right, you won’t have to die. The truth is that you will die anyway and that a lot of people who aren’t even looking at their feet are going to do a whole lot better than you, and have a lot more fun while they’re doing it. — Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird

 

 

November: The Month of Gratitude and Organization (Gluttony Optional)

Happy November! I hereby declare this the month of Gratitude and Organization. Why, yes, I do sometimes fancy myself Oprah, why do you ask?

Thanksgiving is my absolute favorite holiday. It’s all about everything I believe in: family, gratitude and comfort food. I have hosted Thanksgiving more times than I can count (and often for no less than 20 people), but this year is a rare and admittedly welcome year off for me. We will be traveling a mere five minutes away to the home of one of my favorite hostesses, so I know Thanksgiving will be in good hands. It also means my family will be spared my Annual Thanksgiving Mental Breakdown, which usually ends with me crying, “Never again!” or “WHY do I do this to myself?” or “WHEN will I learn?” But in the end, it’s like childbirth: difficult but exhilarating, and always, always, always worth it.

I will be sharing some of my favorite Thanksgiving recipes with you this month, most of which come from the mack daddy of all Thanksgiving cooking magazine issues, the much-lauded November 1999 Bon App├ętit. And I’m sure I will be trying some new stuff as well, because I can never resist an appealing Thanksgiving recipe. Send me your favorites!

In addition to recipes, I will also be sharing my journey of household organization, starting with my kitchen utensil drawers. I would love to hear if any readers have utensil drawer organizational solutions. I have two deep drawers and lots of utensils, so my first step will be throwing out or donating anything that hasn’t been used in the last two years.

I will leave you with pictures of my two unorganized drawers, pictures which may evoke words like hoarder or mental illness, but rest assured, I am working on this today.

p.s. Note the three cat food lids. Our cat died in 2005. RIP Lulu.