This is my favorite holiday, and I'm about to leave work and go home and make pies (Where's Patty Griffin when you need her?), and I'll confess that the thought of it just made me tear up a little.
I love stories like these from the women of Slate on family and tradition and cooking and what it means.
"Cooking my Mother's Gravy"
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
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