While driving back from my nephew’s basketball game, I mentioned that I needed to shell the pecans from our yard and from my father’s pecan grove for our Thanksgiving pecan pies.
My Father: “Really, how many do you need?”
Me: “Oh, about two cups.”
Exactly two cups of shelled pecans appeared at my house yesterday.
Since my mother always took care of the gift giving for them, after she died, I learned about his special gift giving.
To name a few:
* I came home from a trip to find a raised bed (with tomatoes planted in it) in my backyard.
*He replaced the roof on our little house with red tin.
*He dropped off an avocado tree and two fig trees.
*He built a fence across our backyard.
*He stops by occasionally to say, “You want to go to Luby’s?”
*He never interferes, except to say “You don’t have any business…( fill in the blank)”. And he is always right.
Tomorrow on Thanksgiving, he will come early, but he never stays late. In fact, shortly after lunch, he will probably say,
“Sure was good” and “I better go get my shot” (he is diabetic), and then he will leave (he lives down the street).
I am so thankful for my father. I am proud to be his daughter, and I am happy to prepare:
Cornbread Dressing (my mother’s recipe)
Green Bean Bundles
Sister Schubert Rolls
Flat Apple Pie
Coconut Cream Pie (for my husband)