I am enjoying this stage of my life, trying to age gracefully by not complaining and being grateful for everything in my life.
I do have one regret, though. I miss not being able to cook for my family at Thanksgiving; basting the turkey, mashing the potatoes, and fixing all of their favorite dishes. But, what I really miss is baking pies, have made them for more years than I can count.
Yesterday, I had a chance to do it again, in a new way. My granddaughters came and made the family favorite, butterscotch cream pies, and a strawberry cake for good measure. It was such joy watching them roll out pie crust and make the pie filling. It means the tradition will continue. Beautiful memories of making pies with my mother came to mind. She had started early teaching me the fine art of baking pies.
I was about five or six when she let me kneel in a kitchen chair to roll out my first pie crust. Loved being in the kitchen with her, made me feel learning to make pies was important. Who knows, maybe it is an art. One that should be passed on to a new generation.
Learning to cook and bake with my mother are some of my favorite memories. She was a country cook, never measured anything. It was always a pinch of this, a tad of that. She would say about pies, “People don’t care if they look perfect, just want ‘em to taste good.”
It was a wonderful afternoon. I shared a few stories of my mistakes while learning to make pies, threw out a few hints of how to hide the mistakes, and tried to explain knowing by the smell that the pie crust was done. The hardest thing I did all day was put together a recipe for Jenna and Jess to follow.
Our apartment was filled with the unforgettable aroma of yesterdays. Memories of getting up at the crack of dawn, working non-stop to get the meal on the table, watching everyone eat too much, finally finishing the dishes, sitting down for the first time all day and feeling every bone in my body ache. Usually just in time to get somebody another piece of pie. I loved those days.
Several years ago, my daughter took over my job. I just couldn’t handle it anymore.
Today, my son-in-law and his brother deep-fried the turkey. The entire meal was absolutely delicious. My daughter had everything so organized, one would think she had been doing it for twenty years.
Dessert was pumpkin pie, my granddaughters’ pies, and strawberry cake. Their pies passed the picture test and the taste test with an A+.
Of course, there was lots of football. A few people nodded off for short naps, including the dogs. After the kitchen was clean and leftovers were packed into the fridge, Stacy sat down to look through all of the Black Friday ads. Even though my Christmas shopping was completed, I sat with her at the kitchen table and we caught up on a little mother-daughter talk.
Today is a milestone Thanksgiving. I have been replaced. The baton has been passed. Accepting change can be hard, but today I’m okay with letting go. I’m proud of my daughter and granddaughters for a job well done.
My only regret today was not being able to help Stacy clean up the kitchen. Oh, and sorry I forgot to snap a photo of the girls hard at work yesterday. But, I did find the above photo of a pie crust from some years ago.
It was a wonderful, laid-back Thanksgiving with family. Now all I have to do is thank the Lord for His goodness and many blessings. Happy Thanksgiving to all.
Ending on a Positive Note: I hope wherever you are today, whoever you’re with, you had a wonderful Thanksgiving Day.