Thanksgiving was a day for Becky. The long tables would be set up and joined together so that all could eat together.
The Meissen would come out, and if someone expressed concern that the heirloom might suffer damage, Becky simply replied that it was perfect for the event, and if we weren’t going to use it, there was no point in owning it.
Becky loved to prepare food for large events. She disliked turkey, and so took it as a personal challenge to create alternatives to satisfy the palates of each and every guest.
Becky was the definition of calm. Dish after dish would appear, seemingly without effort. If another guest was added at the last minute, no problem. There was always another chair and another plate. As for food, Becky was genetically incapable of not preparing enough. Indeed, the longer the guest list, the larger the stock of leftovers. And when the oven failed with the crown pork roast at mere room temperature, dinner was simply a little later.
The dinners were not just for extended family, but also for students unable to travel home, or really anyone she knew in need of a seat at a welcoming table.
