I went on a bit of a tirade over Halloween, but no such words will be used against Thanksgiving. This is the best holiday because it revolves around my two favorite things: food and family.
Every Thanksgiving, I’m responsible for making the Applesauce Bread. It’s a family recipe, scribbled on a piece of paper with enough fading and smudges to know it’s a tradition. Several years ago, I famously made a teeny, tiny error that I will never live down. I’m going to blame the shorthand in the recipe (and less than stellar handwriting). In the heat of the moment, I mistook the “t”, meaning teaspoon, for a “T”, meaning tablespoon. The ingredient? …Salt. It was like eating a slice of the ocean.
I baked two loaves last night and I can’t wait to pass a basketful around the table. Our menu will be:
Turkey & Gravy (it’s 22lbs!)
Slow-cooked Green Beans
And, of course, the Applesauce Bread. It’s a family favorite. The applesauce helps to make it moist with the perfect hint of apple and cinnamon.