Memories of Cooking

It has been almost 10 years since I prepared a Thanksgiving meal. My son usually goes to his Dad's and I usually go to my sister Debbie's house. He asked me to cook a turkey this year since he's not going over to his Dad's for Thanksgiving. A lot of memories started flooding back to when he was between 3 & 5 and the rituals that were made in preparing the feast.

One of his jobs was mixing the ingredients for the stuffing after I had placed them in bowl. The only way to do it is by hand. He loved it and after he'd finish, he'd climb down the chair, make his hands into claws and try to touch my arms with his goo covered hands, all the while giggling.

His next job was to place marshmallows on top of the sweet potato casserole. The years he did, the top of the casserole was always lopsided because he usually ate more than he put on. Same with helping with the Waldorf salad.

These are precious memories and I'll always cherish them. Now I have to make a list of the things I forgot yesterday and try to make it to the store before the big crush starts.