Well, that’s one holiday down of the season. Two to go. Thanksgiving wasn’t supposed to be very busy. It was only six of us for dinner. No big deal. The usual cast of characters, turkey, cornbread dressing, mashed potatoes, and of course a pie or two.
It was the first Thanksgiving without my grandmother, so I wanted to do something special for my dad. She always made a lot of food for Thanksgiving. I guess she had to with five children, six grandchildren, all of the husbands, wives, and friends. If she knew anyone would be alone on that day, you were always invited. Two huge birds, dishes of cornbread dressing, and purple hull peas were always on the table. Oh! The deserts, she had at least a dozen different desserts to choose from every year. If pies were your thing, the usual ones, pumpkin and sweet potato along with the occasional apple. If you prefer a seven layer coconut or chocolate moose, those were also there.
While going down Thanksgiving memory lane, I ended up making more food than the six of us could eat (or needed to).
I made my first ever pie. Pies, actually. They were actually pretty simple to make. I guess they were pretty good, both pies were more than half eaten by the next morning. Colleen would have been proud!
For all of the Colleens out there, thank you for all the food you always made and for making every holiday special. You will be forever in our hearts and missed.