Happy Thanksgiving, y’all!
This holiday always reminds me of my grandmother. She was a unique woman, full of elegance and grace, and her holiday table would’ve made Emily Post proud.
Her kitchen portrayed an absolute rotation of chaos and cleanliness—dishes were dirtied and washed and dried and the cycle repeated. She loved to cook and bake
As a young child, I was given easier jobs, like stirring the pot, drying dishes, or licking the bowl of batter.
|Bammie and me in PJs :)|
Later, my tasks included making the crescent rolls, and I became the best crescent-roll-maker you can imagine.
At some point, I graduated to dessert duty, where I got to help with making pumpkin and apple pies. One of my favorite Thanksgiving memories involves my cousin, Kelley—the year we made the apple pies completely on our own. The crusted strips on top did not look like Bammie’s, but we were quite proud of our accomplishment.
This year marks the 10th Thanksgiving without my grandmother, and I always miss her most this time of year.
The holiday might be based on historical events and long-standing tradition, but to me, it’s always been about family—at least as much as it’s about food. ;)
I’m thankful for my family, for my in-laws, for my husband. Life is precious, and relationships are valuable.
You might be feasting on turkey and green bean casserole, and you’ll be overloaded with potatoes and crescent rolls and carbs, and you’ll likely have a sugar high from all the cakes and pies and holiday goodies.
But take some time to give thanks, to share your gratitude for each other, and to relish each memory.