It was early on Thanksgiving morning a few years back and I had just placed a stuffed 24-pound turkey in the oven. I called my mom to double check how long to bake the extra stuffing in a separate casserole dish. After I dialed her familiar number, I could not believe I momentarily forgot she passed a month earlier and this would be my first holiday without her culinary help.
Sure, I had her cookbooks, my cookbooks and boxes filled with stain-splashed recipe cards, but calling my mom was easier, until it wasn’t.
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