We indeed headed over the river to our new family Thanksgiving destination.
Rae did a good job on her first turkey.
It was a tasty time. It did feel a bit strange and sad I suppose. I've hosted Thanksgiving for so many years I can't even remember.
Even longer than I've hosted, I've made this pie.
Never having cared for pumpkin pie, well that's putting how I feel about it mildly, I've always fixed my favorite. I believe this card was from some kind of recipe club, where maybe every month you received a set of cards. I'm guessing the big check meant it was keeper recipe. Interestingly, this is the only card that survived.
A few Christmases ago, I word processed, saved, copied and made all our children recipe boxes with my tried and true recipes. I can go to that recipe easily on my computer, but I love the trip down memory lane when I touch and see, not only my recipe, but recipes others have written.
I'm amazed I still have it, as my recipe book is a little plastic book, that had plastic card holders and recipe cards. No way would it hold enough recipes, so recipes just got stuck in there. It was probably a half inch deep when it was new. Now it's four inches deep, with no rhyme or reason. Every time I need a recipe, I go through the entire stack until this road weary, tattered card surfaces.
Still, it remains my favorite pecan pie. Yummo. One of the first dessertish type items I've wanted since the sickness.
Tim continued the picking and grinning tradition of old.