Thanksgiving always brings a flood of memories
Tuesday, Nov. 25, 2014 — I can’t even begin to think about Thanksgiving dinner without remembering the wonderful days of my youth. How I wish I could go back. With her Texas roots, my mother believed in that good, old-fashioned Southern hospitality, and she pulled out all the stops when holiday season arrived.
Holiday cooking became a bit more complicated after my father died and my mother remarried. My stepfather, a follower of a Hindu-like sect called Radha Soami, consumed no meat or eggs, and he even kept a picture of his turbaned and bearded master, Sant Charan Singh, on a bookcase shelf in their bedroom.