A few of you readers, the ones who have been here since the beginning (well, the second "beginning," I suppose) I know in real life. We've worked together, gone to school together, hung out at parties or talked on Facebook. Maybe we're even related. Some of you (more and more, thank goodness) don't know me at all, except as the person who typed what you are reading. The feature that counts page views tells me that you are there, although for the most part you are just lurking--I don't have that kind of following yet, that people feel obligated to comment on my every post. But like any good Thanksgiving festivity, today's post is about sharing. Getting to know one another.
I don't have a recipe today. I haven't been to any restaurants, good or bad. I don't even have a grain of culinary wisdom to share. On this, the week of Thanksgiving, I just want to talk to you about something near and dear to all of us: food memories.
