Eating Turkey
Thanksgiving is also a time to remember those who once sat at our table with us on that Thursday...the good, the bad and yes, even the ugly. As we age, we miss them all. I won't identify which are which, as everyone has their own memories to use for those categories... My gramma (Dad's mom) split holidays...Thanksgiving with our side and Christmas with my cousins, then flip for the following year. We had to get her a coconut custard pie every year as she didn't like cinnamon...I always made apple and pumpkin. It was easy enough to get pies without going to the bakery as there are always fundraisers during November. I've even got the frozen Mrs. Smith's for her. Her last year, we had her for Thanksgiving at our house. I had forgotten all about the gravy, and figured no one would miss it...yes, I had a freakin' coconut custard pie for her. We're all settled in, my sister Nancy came running in to say hi as she was in town to see her in-laws. Gramma asked for t...