Thanksgiving is silently speeding our way. Christmas merchants keep trying to push this Celebration aside.  We can't let that happen.
 

This day of thanks holds our memories of family, fun, food, and secrets.
 

Yesterday I was bemoaning that Chef Google has ruined the joy of receiving Thanksgiving time calls from our now adult offspring.  Mom, how do you make that great dressing?  How does Dad cook his fantastic turkey? Today, I complained, they just ask Chef Google.
 

My son, on the receiving end of my complaining, said ... Well, that's not exactly true.  Chef Google does not know what makes Dad's turkey so delicious. He has no recipe for your famous chew bread.  He'll never know MawMaw's cornbread recipe.  These are family secrets. They'll always be ours.  I never thought of it that way.
 

MawMaw (Robert's mother) would be 132 this year.   She didn't use recipes.  Sixty six years ago; when this same son was an infant, I watched her whip up her amazing cornbread. I came as close as I could to capturing a recipe. Here it is! The secret's out.
 

Recently I read that what you keep dies with you.  What you share lives on.  Thanks MawMawZ for sharing.
 

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