Yesterday Lily asked for my chocolate pecan recipe so I got it out and took pictures and sent it to her. I think I should probably recopy the recipe, don't you? But I used it today to make a lovely pie for us and then I made Mrs. Matthew's recipe for plain pecan pie and here's what I have on the counter now.
Making these pies I always remember the woman we called Granny Matthews and I have written about her frequently. If you are curious, do a search up there at the top left of the page for either Mrs. Matthews or Granny Matthews although I must warn you that some of the stories she is involved in are, well, difficult. Still, she has a very warm spot in my heart and I like remembering her.
Today has been a day for memories. I watched a five minute video that someone took of driving down the malecon in Cozumel and I watched it, remembering every block as somewhere I have walked, shopped, eaten, drank, danced, or stayed. It brought tears to my eyes. So much magic there for me and I miss it horribly. And of course, memories of Thanksgivings past are evoked by not only the physical recipe cards but by smells and actions, the specific ingredients as I chop them, roll them, prepare them. I have been making Thanksgiving dinners since 1976 and I know that because it was the year that Hank was born and my then-husband's sweet mother and her partner came and ate with us and I'll never forget that she put all of the leftovers away for me which was the greatest gift she could have given me. I remember Thanksgivings where I was pregnant and so tired that after I got the dinner on the table I excused myself and took a nap. I remember Thanksgivings where I set up tables all over my living room like a small restaurant because we had so many guests. I remember Thanksgivings where people stayed so long that I found some of them sleeping in bedrooms hours after the meal was over. I remember Thanksgivings where I was resentful, Thanksgivings where I was truly thankful, Thanksgivings with people whom I loved and adored who are no longer here.
And I remember the Thanksgiving Eves where after a long day of cooking and prepping, I threw giant parties for musician friends and family and neighbors and loved ones of all description. A bonfire, oysters raw and roasted, pasta and so much more and this old, old house welcomed everyone so gracefully and graciously in rooms, porches, and the yard.
How did I do that? I do not know.
But here we are in this quite different year and Jessie and Vergil and the boys are here and I've done all the things I listed yesterday that I needed to do and cleaned out the hen house, too, and there are piles of stuffed animals on beds and little boys watching TV with their grandfather and we are going to eat pizza tonight, thank god, that I bought frozen from Publix yesterday. I thought about making my own but then I thought better.
I am looking forward to tomorrow where Jessie and I will finish up the cooking while the little guys and the big guys wander in and out of the kitchen. No pressure at all. The eating of the meal is not the point of it, in my estimation. That happens so fast and then, it is done. It is the cooking, the loving, the gathering, the rituals, the love. Or at least, whatever parts of that we can do here in 2020.
And the dancing in the hallway and the sip of yum rum. Mr. Moon came through on that one.
Happy Thanksgiving, y'all. It's going to be different this year but we still have much to be grateful for. So very, very much.
your pies are lovely and the old recipe on its crumbling and stained paper .....well, we all have some of those! It is, more than anything...a time for familiar and loved rituals....reflection, and being so grateful for what we DO have. May all your cups runneth over tomorrow!ReplyDelete
Those pies look quite delicious.ReplyDelete
I went back and read some of your stuff about Mrs. Matthews and oh my god woman, I am so sorry you went through that. That man should have had his penis and his balls hacked off with a dull, rusty knife, and then have them stuffed down his throat.
I'm thankful you will be family and thankful that you survived and thrived your abuse. Sending hugs and love.
I’ve had kind of a rough day today. First I slammed hubby’s pickup door on my foot and I’m pretty sure I broke at least two two. I got that sick-to-my-stomach-am-I-gonna-puke feeling like I did when I broke my ankle. But later, as I sautéed veggies for the dressing and cooked the turnips just like Mama did, I got very melancholy. The smells took me back to happier times (not that I’m not happy now, but oh, to feel the magic again). So I’m gonna go to bed early tonight and start tomorrow in a better mood. Happy Thanksgiving!ReplyDelete
Two two translates to TWO TOES, by the way.Delete
Well said, Mrs. Moon. We do the best we can.ReplyDelete
well dammit, Now I am all weepy and sentimental and missing everyone and everything when I thought it would just be another Thursday , memories hit me like a truck. The worn recipe cards , that did it! Mom and grandmom staying in my box of recipes , not going to come out this year, generations of Women are always celebrated at the thanksgiving table, their butter rolls, pies, stuffing, berries and oranges cooked into relish...I guess this year I will just have a think about them, send them love where ever they are, and to you too Mary!! Love! So much!ReplyDelete
Happy Thanksgiving from England. Sending love to you all.ReplyDelete
Old recipe cards in the handwriting of those long gone sit in a box at the back of a kitchen cupboard. Bringing one out--holding it, remembering that last time it was made by that person--is a step into a memory.ReplyDelete
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours, Mary.
Happy Thanksgiving. I really have to say that I feel extremely blessed when I look around this nation. So many are suffering. We have a small dinner on tap. Just five of us. But we have food on the table and we are all healthy, and there are millions of Americans who would give anything just for that normalacy.ReplyDelete
Happy Thanksgiving Ms Moon. I love you and your family and am grateful for this community.ReplyDelete
yes, Happy Thanksgiving. it's a non-event here this year. no turkey or dressing or any of the other foods but that's OK. we will eat.ReplyDelete
Oh, good, I'm glad you got some yum rum! Happy Thanksgiving, Mary!ReplyDelete
To have your family wandering in and out while you potter about cooking is my idea of bliss. Well that and that tatty old recipe. Just love it. Happy Thanksgiving Ms Moon!ReplyDelete
Happy Thanksgiving-I hope it was happy-I'm sure it was-The pecan pies look divine. I,too,have old handwritten recipes which I want to make into a book with family photos-if I ever get that far.Not so good at the cooking side of it!ReplyDelete
What a writer you are. You carried me right into your life and showed me around. Thank you.ReplyDelete
I love your talk of the ghosts of Thanksgivings past. Beautifully written.ReplyDelete