A true matriarch of our family passed on the day before Thanksgiving. She had been sick for the last couple of years and kind of not herself even longer than that, so my kids really don't know about Aunt Susie. When my cousins and I were kids, she made family gatherings so enjoyable because she spent hours playing with us. She had a boisterous laugh that made her even funnier. At that time, she didn't have any kids of her own and I think she looked forward to being with us as much as we looked forward to being with her.
But what everyone near and far knew my Aunt Susie for was her cooking. The lady could cook some fried chicken that would make the chickens offer themselves up for sacrifice. I have yet to taste any macaroni and cheese like hers and even though everyone loves my macaroni and cheese, mine is still not like hers. I don't eat roast beef, but if Aunt Susie fixed it, it was so tender and tasted so good, that I could not pass it up. And I gave up trying to fix potato salad like hers. That is pretty much a recipe that I will have to find out when I get to Heaven.
You name it, she could cook it. So it seems fitting to me that she passed on the day before Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving means good food and for my family, good food meant Aunt Susie. So as my daughter and I prepared our Thanksgiving meal this year, every time we needed to make a choice for ingredient or measurement, we said, "WWASD?" or "What would Aunt Susie do?" We did pretty good!
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