My Treat

When my brother called this morning to say he was coming into town and could he bring Papa (our

father)  and treat us all to lunch at our house, I said of course, but I’ll treat.


Within the hour my father stuck his head in our back door and said “Sis, here’s some money for lunch- I’ll treat.”

This was a simple meal folks- my favorite kind.

I ordered brisket, ribs, potato salad, creamed corn, and pinto beans from a local BBQ restaurant.

I bought a frozen peach cobbler from HEB and we had that with Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla ice cream for dessert.

And we laughed and laughed and laughed.

It was a real treat.

My Kitchen’s Historic Marker

(pecan pie )

Doesn’t this time of year just

connect it all?


Very soon for me ( and for you as well I am sure), it will be about

planning and cooking and preparing.

(flat apple pie)

I have decided, because Thanksgiving is

so meaningful and historical,

and because it honors good cooking

in my family,

especially from women who are no longer here,

I need one of these

in my kitchen.

Instead of ‘Lincoln slept here…’

it would reference

memories.

*the yellow Pyrex mixing bowl that belonged to my mother

*my Mamaw’s secret ingredient for cornbread dressing- dried hot dog buns

*wrestling with the turkey at 5:30 am while the rest of the house slept

*Grandmother Mills’s rolls and cinnamon rolls

*Mamaw’s pumpkin roll

*my mother’s coconut cream pie

*someone saying ‘can you put ice in the glasses?’

Connections.