When I saw Momma clamping the grinder to the kitchen cabinet that meant Thanksgiving was coming. So was her cranberry salad that wasn’t my favorite back when I was growing up. Thanksgiving also meant there’d be coconut cream and pumpkin pies, creamy vanilla ice cream over warm cherry pie, and ...
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