Time Out for Thanksgiving
by Emme Gannon @GannonEmme In the south, we always have meat and two vegetables for supper, one green and one yellow. Potatoes don�t count. Of course, no meal would be complete without something sour. Pickled beets, peaches, or watermelon rind will do nicely. On Thanksgiving, however, our repertoire expands like our bellies. On that grand day diets are ignored along with my brother�s corny jokes and Uncle Ferd�s unpopular political views. Memories arise of the army of relatives that would somehow squeeze around my grandmother�s dining room table to partake of the Thanksgiving meal. We knew not to touch a morsel of food until we bowed our heads, folded our hands and blessed the meal. Sumptuous aromas of turkey, gravy, dressing, and homemade yeast rolls wafted in harmonious circles and tantalized our taste buds as we listened to my grandmother�s prayer of thanksgiving, going all the way back to her gratitude for family members who, it seemed, settled in the original Virginia colony....