Nothing quite warms my heart like family recipes. It's the taste of every holiday in your childhood, when the lights were sparklier, the trees were bigger, and the bow on top of a present was just as exciting as what was inside. My grandma has hosted Thanksgiving every year, and I'll be heading for her house around noon. I hope to collect a few more of her recipe cards -- having handwritten index card recipes makes even me, a digital girl down to her hard drive, feel warm and fuzzy and connected to a tradition that's much bigger than me.
I hope those of you with family today don't fight them too much and those of you not with family still feel warm and loved. Have a Happy Thanksgiving!