Thanksgiving

 Today we went to Ms. Alice's for Thanksgiving.  We had so much food - there was enough to feed a small third world country.  And it was all good. 
  I love to cook.  It's kind of a hobby to me.  I don't know if I can cook good or not.  My family seems to like it and I haven't killed them yet.  But sometimes I feel like they tell it's good to keep from hurting my feelings. 
  That is, until last night!

  I made three pies.  An egg custard pie, and two pecan pies - one regular pie and one with molasses.  They looked so pretty too.  I let Ricky have a slice of the molasses pie.  He took a bite and had to spit it out.  I spit my bite out too.  It was horrible.  Lesson learned was don't cook with molasses.  The other two pies were devoured so I assume they were fit to eat.
  I have never made pecan pie before but I wanted one.  Ricky wanted me to buy one already made but I like making stuff from scratch.  So I found a recipe and made it.
  The older I get the more I miss things that my mama and granny made when I was coming up.  Mama always made pecan pie at Thanksgiving and Granny always made congealed salad at any family gathering.  I attempted to make that too!  It was edible but not as fluffy as I remembered.  I hae trying to cook with jello.  I have no luck with it whatsoever.
  I had been wanting a cooked banana pudding just like my Granny used to make so I found a recipe for it.  It wasn't hers but it came close.  It has pudding made from scratch along with a merengue topping, OOOOHHH,  good for my tummy.
  How I wish I had taken an interest in cooking way back when I could have learned alot from them.  But by the time I did,  my Granny had alzheimer's and my relationship with mama was strained.
  It's days like this that I miss them both, but especially my mama.  She could have told me what to do with that blasted pie.
  I had a great day and enjoyed everyone's commpany.  But the best part was I got to see my very own Beanie baby- Butterbean.  It was her first Thanksgiving.