Friday, November 24, 2017

Thanksgiving Leftovers

Last year at Thanksgiving, our obligations took us to another faction of family and I missed the dressing.  That’s THE dressing.  But my brother snapped a photo and sent it to me just as we were about to sit down to a meal void of anything remotely as wonderful and delectable as our grandmother’s cornbread dressing.  Northerners call it stuffing or filling; we in the South do not.  We call our grandmother “MaMa” (pronounced MawMaw) and she’s now 88 and although others within our family have the recipe we still have MaMa make it.  [I confess there’s little point in my possession of it, though I do, as my cooking prowess is lacking.]  Her homemade biscuits, cornbread, onion, broth, and sage—all combine and bake in absolute perfection.  It’s her joy; her gift to the family; her reason to beam when we rave. She always makes too much and we always bring take home containers.

I’m loving my leftovers, MaMa! Mmmm.

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