With just the two of us on Thanksgiving, things are pretty laid back.
This holiday, like most others, is about the food.
We don't follow any sort of traditions here. Turkey is a non-starter. And we just didn't feel like ham this year. So after discussing the options with Mr. Ginley, we landed on beef stew.
So, first thing this morning, I trotted downstairs and got things started. Which is to say, I threw the beef, water, and some seasonings in the crock pot. The potatoes, carrots, and mushrooms will join the party a little later.
Then I moved on to the cranberry sauce, and checked that off my list. On to the pumpkin pie. But first, my second cup of coffee. While I sipped, I began going through my recipe file to find my mom's recipe. It's not radical or anything, but I like the combination of spices she uses, as opposed to what the recipe on the back of the can calls for.
Out came my recipe file. No pumpkin pie recipe.
Maybe it's in the old file? Nope.
Defeated, I picked up the can of pumpkin and looked at the ingredients list. Not optimal, but I'd have to make do.
"Mama, what in heaven's name did I do with the pumpkin pie recipe?"
There was no immediate reply, but something prompted me to look on top of the microwave. Which made absolutely no sense, because I hadn't made a pumpkin pie in over a year. Why would the recipe be there? Why wouldn't I have put it away months ago.
Well, guess what? There it was.
I stood there in the stillness of of the kitchen, silent but for the ticking of the old electric clock that hangs over the archway to the nook. I looked up and gave a nod to Mom. A tear was forming in the corner of my eye.
"Thanks," I said. "But you couldn't have told me half an hour ago before I tore my recipe file apart looking for this?"
Fortunately, she gets me. I could feel her roll her eyes.
Love you, Mama. So thankful for my wonderful parents and the memories of Thanksgivings past.
Hope y'all have a great day, too!
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