After 12 years of marriage, something is happening for the first time that makes me sweat. I’m hosting a meal for part of my husband’s family. His sister and her family are coming to visit, and we’re really looking forward to it. We don’t get much time with his family- with them several states away and the great difficulty we have with traveling, it’s very rare. So spending time with them at all is special, but getting to share our home with them makes it even more so. And did I mention it’s for Thanksgiving? So feeling some pressure.
My first stop for help was my Aunt Cathy. She’s a great cook, but in particular does the.best.dressing. every year- I asked her to send the recipe, and instead of emailing or sending a message, she took the time to hand write it and stick it in the mail, along with a recipe for gravy. It’s in her handwriting, and something I’ll pull out and use year after year for as long as I cook. It’s more than a recipe, more than instructions- it’s our family history.
About ten years ago, before I even realized how much our family history meant, or knew that I’d soon be missing loved ones every holiday, my Aunts and Mom knew. We spent hours writing in recipe books, sharing our favorites with each other in our own handwriting. I didn’t cook a lot- and still don’t honestly. But now I pull that book out and find extended family favorites that have become our favorites too, and feel the connection.
I see my grandmother’s handwriting- sharing her potato soup, vanilla nut cookies, and surprise lemon cake. Recipes she used with her family of 6, that she then passed on.
She’s gone now. But the written words and legacy are an ongoing gift.
I see my mom’s recipes for things that Austin and I grew up with as favorites, and remember. And I make them for our family now.
I’ve tucked my Aunt’s recipes into that book, and have decided to start building it again. This year, my brother-in-law will be preparing some of their favorite things too. And I’ll add those into our book.
I’m realizing that our traditions can continue to grow, and despite missing people at our table this year, we can celebrate those gathering at our table for the first time.
I’m thankful that there are plenty of empty pages left in the book to be filled in. I’ll always look back to the special recipes written in my grandmother, aunts and mom’s handwriting.
But I’ll keep building new memories too, that can become my kids family history.
What are the traditions that you’ll honor this year? What will you do new? I can’t wait to hear!