Still laughing ...a Thanksgiving to remember...or not

still laughing....30 turkeys smothered and stuffed with lashings of buttery love and 30 families happy and content. Job well done. Well, baby sister April and I ...we brined, we marinated, we pampered our pretty plump breasts and drumsticks. heehee. I turned on the new grill to medium and laid them skin side them down all in a row. A sigh of accomplishment, sizzle, sizzle they are all put to bed. My nephew offered a foot massage and if anyone knows me that is my weakness. As I lay on the chaise, not a care in the world ..out of the corner of my eye I see my sister jump back as she is lifting the grill lid and around her bobbing, blonde ponytail is billowing black smoke. (I can leap tall buildings when the need be). All I can see are mounds of flaming, too salty, too sugary, too charred, too funny! We sit down together and fill ourselves with belly laughs and side dishes. I promise turkey sandwiches today (I have a bird cooked to perfection in my walk in,...how did I know?). I know my passion is food, and I know why. Food is about creating memories and being grateful for the family and friends that are seated at the the table and for those we have tucked away in our hearts cupboard. Mom was not with us this year, but I am sure she had her hand, her laughter and her heart in all our blessings.