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This past week: homemade all-butter snickerdoodles. YUM!


A Thanksgiving story

On this day after Thanksgiving, I am seeing shadows.  

The Thanksgiving holiday was spent primarily at my family home in Lee’s Summit — the white, two-story 1920s home that my parents purchased in 1979, and which is now owned by my youngest sister and family.

As I made the traditional cheese grits on Thursday afternoon, I found myself thinking about a particular Thanksgiving in the 1980s.  Mom’s brother, Uncle Edwin, was in town with his wife Mary.  My grandmother was there too.  And perhaps Aunt Esther, although I don’t recall.  

Mom had worked hard on the Thanksgiving meal, but when Mary and I found out that she did not plan on having stuffing, we set to work.  Mary made cornbread, and the result was some of the most wonderful stuffing ever.  Several of us raved about it, at the expense of raving about the rest of the meal.

Mom was not happy.

I still remember how badly I felt.

This is now the 20th Thanksgiving without Mom here.  The traditions continue.  We ate food from my maternal grandmother’s plates on Thursday, and we had the traditional family additions of cheese grits and paper-sack apple pie.  My sisters and I shared the cooking duties, with the addition of Karen’s adult son Blayne and Beth’s wonderful husband Robert.  New traditions are set too, including plates of things like cauliflower and Brussels sprouts.

More shadows are emerging, and more additions are present too, including the lovely young great-niece Lily.

On this Thanksgiving, I am thankful for SO many things, not least of them family, and shadows that ground and remind and connect me to a place and people, and most importantly for the means of grace and for the hope of glory.

Random photos

Random photos from this past week!

I thought about renting this beauty at the airport in Phoenix…. Of course they walk you by the exotic car collection on the way to Kias and Hyundais.

According to Starbucks at Lambert airport, I am now Jaff.

Thursday dinner of chicken with lemon artichoke sauce, pasta in a light cream sauce, and Parmesan bread.

The boy loves the fireplace.

5.30 a.m. Friday. Lawn Place.

Tuesday on campus.

Marlettos hit this Tuesday lunch out of the park. Chicken and beans and red peppers in a sweet sauce, with scallions and cashews. SO yummy.

Monday evening at the Missouri Botanical Garden, after leaving a cooking class.

From the Japanese Friendship Garden in Phoenix.

Vincent Van Doughnut

I had heard of Vincent Van Doughnut, a lauded establishment in this doughnut-crazed City of Saint Louis.

Little did I know that VVD’s flagship store is within walking distance of my house.

This is happy but dangerous news.

On Saturday evening I stopped by Sauce on the Side, a calzone restaurant in The Grove.  I parked the car, and walked by this doughnut shop, with the night crew already working on the next day’s yeast dough.

This morning, in the midst of street closures and general craziness surrounding the Rock and Roll Marathon, I found my way back over to VVD.

A maple bacon doughnut was the fat-oozing result. “Pace yourself,” I thought.  So I only came home with one.

But I’ll be back!