Mama Kat Thursday: Thanksgiving Past
Today I thought I'd revisit childhood memories of Thanksgiving, particularly the menu. Our dining room table was made from a door. It was a smooth wood door with a shiny, dark-brown varnished surface. Our Dad was something of a hobby-carpenter and he put it together. So it made an economic and roomy table. Our two tall glass oil lamps were the annual centerpieces. Later, my middle sister found a flat piece of worn driftwood down at the creek that she wanted to turn into a centerpiece. It was some kind of hardwood, so weathered it was nearly black in color. Sister cleaned it up, Dad drilled 3 holes in it to hold candles and it joined the two lamps at the center of the table yearly after that for every holiday meal. Our parents were from Minnesota, so our Thanksgiving menu naturally had a northern bent. No pecan pie. No cornbread stuffing. Certainly not. We always had Turkey and sage stuffing. I recall Mother saved bread ends and buns in the freezer for making the stuffi...