Thanksgiving is the time of year you either love or hate. I happen to love it. I enjoy making my own traditional turkey feast and having lots of leftovers. I have fond memories of childhood Thanksgivings spent watching the Macy’s parade while the heady aroma of roasting turkey filled our small house. I remember my Grandmother particularly liking the Shriners but I could never figure out why. They bored me—give me the floats and balloons any day. Of course, the parade has really changed since the 1950s. And so has my family. My Grandfather & Grandmother; my Dad and now my Mom—all gone now.

I carry on some of the Thanksgiving traditional food with Rick and I. Creamed onions, bread stuffing and Mom’s Pumpkin Pie. I make a different bread stuffing than she did, and frankly I think mine rocks if I must be modest. Even she admitted mine was much better than hers. But the pie recipe I don’t mess with. Why change perfection? This year I brought back two of her very old pie dishes, and as I type this year’s pumpkin pie is baking in one of them, sending out whiffs of cinnamon and ... well, pumpkin pie. I like to make my the day before to give it time to settle. yum.

I also brought back this cool vintage apron that I will be wearing while I cook tomorrow. Isn’t it great? I think it was my Grandmother’s as I vaguely recall her wearing it and not my Mom. It has a wrap-around tie and a button at the top in the back. The label says it’s a “Swirl.”

I am trying a new cranberry recipe this year, but serving it in one of Mom’s cut-crystal bowls that she always used at holiday dinners.

So, something old; something new. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving tomorrow, no matter how you choose to spend it!

I like your apron and it is so special it reminds you of your grandmother.

Have a happy Thanksgiving!