Food for Thanksgiving, Food for Thought

Thanksgiving
This holiday, more than any, makes me think of family. Mothers are a huge part of this holiday. My mother cooked turkey, made dressing, biscuits and desserts, She bought canned pickled peaches which I love, but have not had any in a long time. We always had canned cranberry sauce until my older sister June began to make the whole berry kind. I still prefer the canned. 

Mother's cornbread dressing was the talk of all who ever tasted it. She added oysters. My brothers and most of the family loved it. I like oysters but not in my turkey dressing. So mother made one pan without oysters for the few who preferred it. Her giblet gravy was made from scratch, no packaged powder mix for her. 

Our family dinners at Mother and Daddy's house included all generations. My brothers' wives were good cooks and their contributions to the dinners were never left over. My contributions were not too spectacular. I was married to a man who cared very little about food. He could take or leave it. I hardly ever heard him exclaim over a dish, even when it was not mine. Lucky guy! He never had a weight problem either. 

This poem on Jayne Jaudon Ferrer's Your Daily Poem site reminded me of all the foods my mother made for her family over the fifty years she cooked. This is a list poem. Have you ever written a list poem? You might want to try it after you see this one. Send your poem to me and maybe we can post it on this blog. 

http://www.yourdailypoem.com/listpoem.jsp?poem_id=2399

What did your mother cook that was special to you?