About Recipe

Thanksgiving brings memories. I remember how my sister and I would stretch out on the front lawn after our mid-day feast. The grass still green and the air humid. An impromptu soccer game might begin after our food had settled. Or more likely, we would just sit and talk and laugh. My grandmother’s dressing. My sister’s mashed potatoes. My mother’s turkey, perfectly browned. Food and these small, quiet moments so intricately combined.

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