Today is Thanksgiving in the Unites States.
I am grateful, thankful, and blessed.
My mind is drawn to past Thanksgiving holidays gathered around my grandparent’s table with the family. So many of them are now together in Heaven. Truthfully, more than are left here on earth.
My grandma was the cook and grandpa the baker, except for the rolls. Grandma’s crescent rolls were to die for. A Thanksgiving staple, we looked forward to them every year.
After grandma went on to her heavenly reward in 1987 I baked them, then my sister Dana. My daughter Effie asked for the recipe some time back.
They take some planning, however. The dough has to be refrigerated and rise time is four hours before baking.
I haven’t made them in a very long time, but this year I did!
Because the recipe makes three dozen, I painstakingly divided it in half, measured and measured again, and dove in last night.
Here my grandma’s heaven-in-one-bite “Oleo Rolls” on the cookie sheet preparing to rise. They aren’t perfect, but that’s not the point…
Here is her recipe out of the old church cookbook. Who remembers church cookbooks? I don’t even care if they spelled my last name (at the time) wrong – some of my best recipes are in and come from that cookbook!
One thing memories do sometimes is cause my eyes to leak. The sight of my mom’s dishcloth hanging on the faucet did just that this morning.
While typing to recount the event and seeing the picture, eyes are leaking again.
I miss my mom so much, especially while cooking and using her recipes.
A couple days ago my sister Linda gave me mom’s secret recipe for pumpkin pie – the one she got from grandpa, of course.
It’s basically the one on the Libby’s pie can, but brown sugar is substituted for white and one tablespoon pumpkin pie spice for each pie is substituted for all the spices.
Grandpa preferred homemade pie shells, guess that was the baker in him. In his honor this year, I used his recipe and a homemade pie shell.
The pie isn’t perfect either, but I’m used to that.
Imperfections are okay as long as the finished product comes from a place of love.
Kind of like life…
I wish you and yours a happy, grateful, thankful, and blessed Thanksgiving holiday.
XO Lisa ❤️