One Thanksgiving, soon after I married, I brought my new husband to my grandmother’s house for the big holiday meal. Grandma Eve was in her 80s, and while she was never a gourmet, she’d always been an avid cook and genuinely enjoyed spending time in the kitchen.
One dish from that meal still stands out, all these years later. Not the turkey, the gravy, the creamy green beans. Not the cranberry sauce or Parker house rolls.