times . . .
Once, when I first left home as a teenager, I only had a head of lettuce, a loaf of bread, and a jar of peanut butter. That was it. And it had to last me for longer than it was meant to. I can also remember a time when we were kids and the church brought us a “care package” – it was a box of food, and one of those items was a cake mix. Do you know the heaven of a cake when you can’t afford to have “luxuries” such as that? So much is taken for granted. When I was in my first marriage, those first years, I once made hamburger helper without meat . . . well, my then husband caught some crawfish and we used those for the meat. One time I was so hungry, but my pride was great, and when my then mother in law came for a visit, she brought a sandwich from Jay’s BBQ. I pretended I wasn’t hungry. I didn’t want her to know the pantry was bare. I smelled that sandwich, my stomach grumbling, my mouth watering. I let it sit there. I said to her, “Oh, thank you for the sandwich. I’ve had lunch, but I’ll save it for supper.” She was no sooner backing out of the driveway, than I was stuffing that sandwich down my hungry mouth, barely chewing. Pride. Hunger. Those two things together are strange things.
I hope you and yours, who celebrates Thanksgiving, has a wonderful delicious warm and lovely holiday with your family and/or friends. GMR and I are having our Hart Theater Regulars over for thanksgiving dinner. We wish our family, and some friends from South Louisiana (Angie-*sob*), could be here, but . . . alas, no.
I’ll not be posting tomorrow, and I may unplug for Friday and Saturday – make this a Real Holiday! I should do that, shouldn’t I folks? Should unplug this laptop and take a break from it all. I could watch movies and maybe even work on that ‘scrapbook’ I’ve been meaning to do – I have a stack of things I want to put in some kind of order in a big folder thing with plastic you put your photos and writings, etc, in. We’re finally going to have some chilly weather, instead of this spring-like weather we’ve had, so it’ll be a wonderful time to sit in front of a fire, drink hot chocolate, and step away from the world wide web.
Today I’m baking the cornbread for my cornbread dressing. So, I have to ask you: Cornbread dessing or Bread stuffing? Growing up in my house (those early lean years of my childhood forgotten as we plunged into our Thanksgiving), it was always cornbread dressing . . . there was NEVER Bread stuffing. And we never stuffed it inside the turkey, but always in a casserole dish. GMR makes Oyster stuffing – with bread – humph. I make the REAL thing – Cornbread Dressing. What about you? And, do you do canned cranberry sauce or make your own –I did the canned for years and years, but now I make my own with fresh cranberries and spice and other ingrediants . . . it’s always a hit!
Tell me what you eat – what your traditions are! And everyone: thank you; thank you for your support and love and well-wishes and for everything and everyone you are. *Muwah!* Happy Thanksgiving.
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