My youngest son cooked dinner this year. We kept it small, just the four of us because I still wear out quickly, but we had a wonderful day. The food came out perfect--turkey, stuffing, gravy, mashed potatoes, carrots, green beans with bacon, mac n' cheese, sweet potatoes, rolls, cheesecake and cherry pie.
It's times like this when I think of my mom. What a joy to pass these traditions on to the next generation. One tradition that isn't getting passed on is rutabagas. Looks like I'm the last of the Bylins who actually likes mashed yellow turnips. In the back of my head, I hear my entire family shouting, "Good! Rutabagas are awful!"
So much to be grateful for!
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