New Traditions
For most of my life, Thanksgiving filled my heart with joy.
This is my first Thanksgiving as a changed person. It’s hard to imagine my heart could hurt worse. I’ve never felt the loss of my family and friends so keenly.
My grandmother starts cooking two days before Thanksgiving. I join her the night before. Pies are my specialty. She taught me how to cook her pecan pie, my dad’s favorite. The morning of Thanksgiving, we start the turkey. This was going to be my first year in charge of the turkey, all by myself. We planned it last year. She was going to do the dressing (it would have been sacrilegious for her not to!)
Family, football, and food. AND leftovers.
This year, like many of you, I’m starting new traditions. My friends and I have decided to gather at the Buckman campaign headquarters as a new family. And since we are starting a totally new set of traditions, we’re even choosing a new menu. After MUCH debate, we’ve chosen Italian food! We’re going to drink lots of wine and gorge ourselves! I’m in charge of the lasagna. I’m using a Paula Deen recipe! So, yep, it’s deep fried! 
For desert, pecan pie.
I miss you, Nana.
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