The weather was turning cooler.....the leaves were turning red...
Recipes of comfort foods were going through her head.
My Mom had turkey on her mind... so each and every night..
She'd sit with cookbooks open and read them with delight.
As years went by, her failing eyes would take away her pleasures...
Her cookbooks sat upon her shelf...no longer her best treasure.
Failing eyes took many things, but not her love of food...
She only cooked a meal for Dad...and not her family brood.
She said one day, "I really think a turkey's more than I can do."
He saw her sad and wondered how he'd keep her from feeling blue..
A plan he had that morning... he bought a turkey fine..
They'd fix it together ...and that evening they would dine.
He ran and got the cookbook...the pages were so worn...
The page about the turkey was just a little torn.
He put an fancy apron on and one on Mother too...
That day he became her eyes...he loved her so.. that's true.
What went on in that kitchen ...I can only take a guess..
The food was on the table and I was their only guest.
That turkey was the last one.. that she cooked for us that day..
The smile on Dad's face is a memory I will replay
So, when weather turns cooler and I want to fix a hen..
I always think of Dad and Mom fixing turkey way back then.
When I heard that it was going to be cooler, like my Mom, my first thought was fixing a turkey. I got a turkey out of the freezer (21 lbs :) and fixed it yesterday. I thought that we had a smaller one in there, but this was the only one. As Joe and I started fixing it...I thought, "What a big meal for two people!" We called his son and daughter-in-law and grandson Brandon, who live in our neighborhood and invited them to come and eat at 1 o'clock. I cooked the turkey in a Reynold's Cooking Bag. It was delicious...so moist. We had a wonderful meal and sent turkey home with them and we have some for our freezer.
I thought of Mom all day yesterday.A turkey always brings back memories of her in her beloved kitchen. As I grow older...I guess I'm getting more like her. I share her love of cookbooks and cooking and grocery shopping. I love feeding people.. just as she did. She got a little nervous in her later years while preparing a big meal, but I took over by then and she only had to bring a dish to pass. That would send her to her cookbooks to make something new. That sparkle in her eyes and the one in my Dad's eyes are something that I miss most.I remember a few years ago, when Mom was gone... making a dessert with the flavor of butterscotch. I told my Dad that I had made it just for him, as I knew this was a favorite of his. He said, " I'll tell you a secret...I never really liked it, but your Mother got it in her head that I did...I never told her...I didn't want to hurt her feelings."