Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Food, Family and Forgiveness

Thanksgiving: It is what you make it. It doesn't matter to me that there are only three in my family on Thanksgiving. I cook like Julia Child herself is coming to dine. I learned how to cook at my mother's side and got a few more wrinkles in my culinary brain when I moved to Kentucky and got my first taste of "Southern" cooking. Working in a tiny college kitchen serving dinner to ravenous scholars was quite an experience. What better guinea pigs are there than guys that'll eat anything as long as you put enough ketchup on it? If the food was bad they ate it anyway, if it was good they thanked me extravagently. While the lunch cooks were pulling out pre-packaged frozen food, I was poring over The Joy of Cooking and delighting in the thought that anything Stouffer's can make, I can make better.

While I cook dinner for my mini-family, I always think of my family in Michigan. Family has always been important to me, but never so much as when I left them behind. This is not to say that my husband and his brother are not my family, because they certainly are, but there is just something about waking up early with my mom and helping to get the turkey in the oven that can't be duplicated. Kind of like Mom's potato salad. I remember spreading out on the dining room table to make ham rolls (and eating about half before dinner even starts.) Sneaking apple rings and being found guilty with pinkened fingers. Trying to get the dog to eat the turkey innards.

Thanksgiving is about giving thanks. First and foremost to God, who provides for us and protects us. I'm thankful that God loves me though I don't deserve it, that He forgave me when I asked for it, that he promises Heaven though I am not worthy.

Food, family and forgiveness.

This is Thanksgiving to me.

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9 comments:

Janet said...

That's a lovely entry. The Queen has specifically requested a "big turkey" this year. This means we have to travel to someone's house who knows how to cook one.

Suldog said...

Well, you know how much I love Thanksgiving. This is a lovely post, and gets right to the heart of it. Thanks for writing it.

Scribbit said...

When I'm cooking for the family it's this intensely nurturing thing. Maybe that's why when they don't like what I'm fixing it's so irritating :)

david mcmahon said...

Family is the true meaning of life.

Phil said...

I remember all those things growing up, but mostly I remember how your face looks like a butt. Sorry to cut this short, but I have a Michael Bolton concert to get to ;)

Carol said...

Sarah...I worked in my college kitchen too! I made all the salads!!

Family is everything. Plain and simple. One of God's greatest gifts to us! Beautiful beautiful post. Congrats on your POD award!!

CrazyCath said...

There's nothing like a good family get together to put things right.

Congrats on POTD

Retiredandcrazy said...

Hi, you've been MEME'd. Sorry to spoil your Sunday!

MoziEsmé said...

Sweet post! So many of my best family memories have food involved... I'd love to create similar memories for my own baby!