Pasta day

 In our family, for Thanksgiving we stick very close to tradition.  Some families move things around a bit or a lot and sometimes that's very necessary.  We, however, hold tradition sacred and don't veer very far from it.   The biggest veer was when daughter took over the cooking and hosting when she got married.  I certainly had my share of cooking and organizing a meal with one oven and one refrigerator for twenty people in my time so I gave the holiday meal to her gift wrapped.  

And she does the day proud.  For us, it's food cooked from scratch if at all possible.  There are certain things that have never been off the table, it's not a time to try something new.  For me, it's a cookie.  I know the turkey and all sides will be there, but since I was born there has been one particular cookie one of my grandmas made for EVERY Thanksgiving and Christmas and so I do, too. That, tomorrow.

Yesterday was noodle day.  Or pasta if you prefer.  

PH's family is the noodle family and he grew up with these at every gathering of any kind.  Our daughter took up the baton and taught her girls .  We have a photo somewhere of six month old Elizabeth in a high chair pulled up to the table while our daughter made them.  So, it's part of her.

It's a big job, they make enough for Thanksgiving, Christmas, a bag for PH to bring home uncooked, and ugh, the girls like eating them uncooked.  They don't eat them cooked.  Ugh. 

It was pointed out that this is Elizabeth's last year before going off to college.  If she gets in to the school she wants, she won't be around for this next year.  This is a year of "this is the last time...." and while we are supposed to celebrate and encourage their life's journey, it's a change I'm not excited about.  I will miss all of them as they go off.

Hint: don't wear black when working with this much flour.