This was a day of remembering my mom and family not with us while I measured and stirred, whipped up and baked...
I really wanted her here to make the gravy really dark, not pasty white...how did she do that? I know I asked her, and being the creative cook she was, with no recipe, didn’t really answer, specifically.
This was a day of remembering my mom and family not with us while I measured and stirred, whipped up and baked...
I really wanted her here to make the gravy really dark, not pasty white...how did she do that? I know I asked her, and being the creative cook she was, with no recipe, didn’t really answer, specifically.
So, here I am in my older age still trying to continue our traditions, something I attempt every November, where food means love, gratitude, family...
This was a day of remembering my mom and family not with us while I measured and stirred, whipped up and baked...
I really wanted her here to make the gravy really dark, not pasty white...how did she do that? I know I asked her, and being the creative cook she was, with no recipe, didn’t really answer, specifically.
So, here I am in my older age still trying to continue our traditions, something I attempt every November, where food means love, gratitude, family...
I tried and did not feel alone today.
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