It is a true gift to be able to sit around a table and celebrate all that we are thankful for with good food, friends and family. Grace helps gives us a pause to acknowledge that gift.
Do you say grace before meals? We always do when we’re together with my family.
Here’s what we have in our rotation:
“Bless us oh Lord for these thy gifts that we’re about to receive from thy bounty through Christ our Lord, Amen.”
“Good bread, good meat, thank the lord, LET’S EAT.”
Rub a dub dub, thanks for the grub. (my mom doesn’t like that one)
Grace….I knew her well. (that’s what my grandpa used to say)
And then we end each grace with GOD BLESS THE COOK.
Earlier this year, my friend Helen Jane took the 100 day creative challenge (one of the reasons why I love her) where she created a new pre-meal grace (whether written or illustrated) each day for 100 days to add to her family’s modern-day grace repertoire. Her intention was to find some graces that would be suitable around any table, no matter your religion or non-religion! Helen Jane & family are going to be at our Thanksgiving this year. I wonder which one of these we’ll use….perhaps we’ll come up with a new one on the fly.
If you’re looking for a way to shake up your pre-meal grace, hopefully one of these graces makes its way into your festivities this holiday.
Prepare for giggles at the end of this one.
(this one is a good one for all the moms out there!)
This one is my favorite. Thanks for bringing this Buddhist proverb into the mix!
Do you have dinner roll duty for Thanksgiving? I do.
I was thinking of buying rolls but then I saw this recipe and saw how easy it was to make my own No Knead Cloverleaf Rolls. There’s no turning back now.
These rolls are fluffy, slightly eggy (which I love), squishy, soft, doughy with a browned crispy buttery salty top. I love how you can pull off each dough ball when you eat a roll. It reminds me a little of these monkey bread minis I made many many years ago, except savory! Your table could use some carb love this Thanksgiving. More is more, right?!
As kids, we were just as excited to see the sweet potatoes as we were to see my Aunt & Uncle. My aunt’s sweet potato contribution was truly a labor of love, and even at a young age we knew that to be true.
Over the years, she figured out how to adapt the recipe to help feed growing kids. She was delighted when her experiment with using canned sweet potatoes instead of roasting her own paid off.
When I was in high school, my aunt lost her battle with cancer. It was the first major death in my family. Our first holiday without her was hard and it continued to be hard until we learned how to be OK with new traditions while preserving as many as we could.
Every year after her death, my Uncle Bob continued to come to our Thanksgiving with the sweet potatoes. He stood in the kitchen placing every single pecan on top of the orange hued casserole dish to make it ever. so. perfect. He paused after every few rows of pecans, choking back the tears. I always watched in awe, as my dreams of being a caterer and working in the kitchen transpired. When the Pecan Topped Sweet Potatoes came out of the oven and onto the buffet table, us kids would circle around it like hawks. We tried our hardest to see how big of a scoop we could get away with before my mom told us to stop.
Every year we’d say grace and at least 3 people would tear up. We ate the sweet potato casserole to remember my aunt and to remember how many Thanksgivings we were all lucky to share together. Food is incredibly powerful that way.
In the year right before Casey and I were married, my Uncle Bob died suddenly of a heart attack. There was another empty place at our table.
In gathering my Uncle’s stuff, I was given his Sunset Magazine cookbook- the very one with the recipe my Aunt & Uncle used to make this sweet potato casserole.
It’s a Thanksgiving tradition I’ve upheld for the past 10 years.
(Hey Mom- is this Auntie Marilyn’s handwriting or Uncle Bob’s?)
There are definitely a lot of sweet potato casserole recipes out there.
I had no idea that people put marshmallows on their sweet potatoes until I was in college!
What does that even taste like??!
You probably have your own family’s recipe.
This one is mine.
My Thanksgiving doesn’t taste the same without it.