As far back as anyone in my family can remember, my mom made turkey cutout sugar cookies for Thanksgiving.
As I have mentioned on my blog many times, my brother Marty (may his soul rest in peace)
would snap the heads off the turkey cookies before the Thanksgiving meal started, it became part of the family lore.
My mother puts on the Thanksgiving meal. She is a creature of organization and getting things done; this year, as she is getting older and the dinner is as big as ever, she made the turkey cutout cookies in advance and froze them. In the freezer is a cookie tin with my mother's homemade cookies; it is never empty, and everyone knows the cookies are there for the taking.
Two days ago, my brother Mat opened the freezer to snatch a cookie from the infamous tin, and in doing so, he knocked over a black tin that crashed to the floor. In the near distance, my mom asked, "What happened?" My brother replied that he had knocked over a black tin. My mother moaned, "Oh no, the Thanksgiving turkey cookies are in that tin."
(This pile of broken bits of Turkey cookies is for my brother Mat.)
Yesterday, she set the table, which she does with flare. She opened the black tin box to put a turkey cookie at each place. However, when she opened the black tin box, she saw the cookies cracked or shattered. She told me she wouldn't make any more of them as they are too time-consuming…
“I am going to serve them as is… I think Marty had a hand in this.
(Photos via my nieces Molly and Kate who helped my mom with Thanksgiving preparation.)
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