I love sweets. But as a kid with a ton of siblings and not enough money, sweets only appeared in abundance for special events.
My parents’ weddings had cake. Birthdays began with doughnuts. Halloween had candy. Christmas had cookies.
Thanksgiving? A total letdown. My mom and stepfatherspent hours trying to get their homemade cranberry sauce to come out of a ridiculous antique rose mold. It molded properly exactly once and ALWAYS tasted bitter. And pumpkin pie? Could there BE a blander pie?
My dad made the only decent Thanksgiving dessert—apple pie. So of course our Labrador retriever Toffee got on the counter and ate it. Continue reading Sweetsgiving (#330)