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.
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| 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.
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