As far back as I can remember, Thanksgiving has held a special place in my heart. My grandmother was the Julia Child of our family. Thanksgiving at “Meemaw’s” house seemed like what it might feel like dining at Windsor Castle. She pulled out all the stops, never stopped cooking and barely took a break putting out platter after platter of turkey, ham, stuffing, green bean casserole, potatoes, gravy, cakes, pies, and on and on. She died when I was just 10, but I will never forget the years I spent celebrating Thanksgiving at Meemaw’s house. She inspired me to become a chef and I am thankful to her for the too few years I knew her and for allowing me to cook side by side with her at such a young age.

View More