We all gathered around the table in the dining room for our thanksgiving meal. Mom sat next to me with Al, Charlie's son, to my left.
"Is this supposed to be stuffing?" mom asked with her nose turned up high as she chased a morsel around her plate with her fork.
"It has sausage in it I think," I replied.
"Sure wish we had you father's stuffing."
My cousin Johnny insisted on making the stuffing from some frou frou French cookbook.
"You will all love it!" he decreed.
I just got off the phone tonight and me and mom were heartily laughing. My father has joined the bandwagon.
"Next year we are having mother's stuffing southern style."
I started clapping and mom did as well.