text: When I was younger at my Grandma and PaPa's house. They lived about 7 hours away from us. My Grandma would spend all day cooking and baking everything from scratch. My Aunt and Uncle would be there. We would sneak in the kitchen and we would try to get some of the crispy skin off the turkey and my Grandma would come rushing over hitting us in the rear end with her wooden spoon trying to get us out of the kitchen. It was always like a game we would play. She would fill up that small wooden table full of food. When they finally got too old to stay by themselves they finally came to live with us. It was never the same after that. I lost my Grandma 4 1/2 yrs ago and lost my Mom 1 year ago. Now Thankgiving has been a bit hard on me. I am trying to start traditions on my own. I will always have fond memories of my Grandma in her little red checkered apron, cooking over her old fashioned stove, and the air filling up with the most delicious smells in the world. My Grandma put the Spice of Love in everything she cooked and no one will ever cook as well as she did.