As long as I can remember, I’ve had a deep fondness for dressing. Your family may call it stuffing, but in my family it’s always been referred to as dressing.
It’s common knowledge that emotional connections are made to food. All of us probably have certain memories that are attached to a holiday dish. I have several of these emotional connections but at thanksgiving none are as strong as my connection with dressing.
My mom made good dressing but my favorite was made by my mom’s oldest sister, Odosca. She was known lovingly as Aunt Doka. My mom’s dressing was cornbread based because that was my dad’s preference. And mom always made what dad liked, as any good wife does.

From left to right: Aunt Doka and mom
Aunt Doka’s dressing was bread based and delicious. My sister Ginger and I always loved her dressing which tickled Aunt Doka. Truth be told, this also bothered mom just a teensy bit. She loved her sister but she was the Alpha mom if there is such a thing.
The proof I have that it may have been a source of contention is that mom started making a pan of each dressing. Dad got his cornbread dressing and Ginger and I got our bread dressing.
As I made a pan of dressing yesterday for our thanksgiving gathering, I became teary eyed remembering the year mom died suddenly after thanksgiving. We had no idea this would be our last holiday meal lovingly prepared by mom.
As Christmas approached that year, I was so sad that I had never been taught by mom how to prepare the dressing. I shared my regret with Dad who reassured me that he could teach me. He told me the ingredients we needed and we made plans for him to teach me. We made a pan of each dressing just as mom would have done for our Christmas meal. For Dad and I, this became our ritual for several years to follow.
So as I prepared a pan of dressing for our thanksgiving gathering this weekend, I was flooded with these sweet memories and wondered which dishes my kids may have a connection to. I want to make sure to teach them how to prepare it while I’m still here so they can pass it on to the next generation.
I hope you enjoy a happy thanksgiving with your loved ones and gather around a table full of your favorite dishes that bring back fond memories of holidays spent with loved ones. And remember to pass on your recipes.






















We have had beautiful weather here in western Kentucky for this Labor Day weekend. While David and I were sitting on the front porch Monday morning, he asked me if I’d like to go on a walk. We usually walk 2.8 miles on the country road we live on but he suggested we drive to the Kentucky lake area and walk one of the trails. What an awesome idea!!
Here’s a photo of me and David in 2016 before he committed to a healthier lifestyle. 











Today I baked a pie. I feel like God has been telling me to bake a pie for someone I know. This is not the first time God has told me to bake a pie for someone. When I was in Bible college, I didn’t have a lot of money. But I usually had enough money to buy ingredients for a pie so I would bake a pie for someone that I felt like God wanted me to bless with a pie. Whether they felt blessed or not, I’m not sure. But I felt blessed by knowing I had listened to God. Listening to God can be as simple as baking a pie.