I was raised by my Grandparents. My grandpa was a cook on the Northern Pacific Railroad. When the two of them were in the kitchen there was a lot of arguing about how thing should be done. They also use to cook for a logging camp so they could seem to decrease the amount to Three peopl. There would always be enough for a whole army. But I remember the smells, of fresh food, not boxed or premixed. This was real cooking. sometimes we would have guests over and sometimes it would be just us three. I also remembered the arguing but most of all I remember the love that went into each morsal. MMMMMMM I still can taste it all
Happy Thanksgiving
Shano