Thanksgiving
Down South we grow big families. Aunts, Uncles, and cousins all piled on top of one another at reunions, pond side fishin' at the farm, at baseball games, in the pool, and most especially at the dinner table. Holidays at Nana's house were a given, and if someone moved out of state they'd better have vacation time saved up come late November. Because the food, y'all. Back then it seemed every Southern woman cooked things so good it'd make you slap your mama. Except she did it, too. Granddaddy cooked the turkey and the pecan pie. Nana did the mashed potatoes and the dressing and the banana pudding and the Chicken and Dumplings. They probably both made other things but you've just read everything found on my plate through the years. My aunts brought the casseroles of every kind, desserts, and salads. And every year Aunt Sally burned the rolls. My mama always brought a pile of dishes, including the fried chicken....