My mother’s extremely fine-grained cole slaw, served in the stemmed, depression-era, clear-with-red-trimmed dishes that only ever come out for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Frankly, it’s not my favorite cole slaw, but there can be no other at the holidays.
Onions baked in butter and sugar (most decidedly NOT creamed onions), and there are never enough to have more than two, dammit.
And another hand raised for pumpkin pie with whipped cream.
…homemade cornbread and sage stuffing and perfect homemade turkey gravy. I have inherited Thanksgiving, but my mother will not pass the torch when it comes to gravy. It is far too important.
