The house is all cleaned, turkey and associated leftovers have been put away to be nibbled on now for days to come until we can no longer stomach turkey anything.
I’m thankful for the time spent yesterday with the members of my family that were able to be here, even if only for a short visit. And thankful for the memories shared.
During the cooking portion of the day, we were trying to figure out how long mom has been making her pecan dressing/stuffing. I distinctly remembered one Thanksgiving way back when I was a little girl, in my parents first house. My grandparents, my mom’s siblings (most were not married) and a stray aunt and uncle or so, crammed into our tiny house. Me and my siblings ate at the card table by the window in the dinning room. That is the first time I remember having the dressing. I don’t recall exact ages but I couldn’t have been more than 8 or so years old.
The recipe is from the newspaper, and it is yellowed now. We decided this needs to be laminated soon so we don’t lose it. To me and my sister, it isn’t Thanksgiving without mom’s stuffing!