Cooking with Dad

One of my favorite memories of Thanksgiving was when I would make

 the stuffing with my Dad. He had a special meat stuffing that he liked to 

make. He would pull out this huge, black, cooking pot, set it on a chair so I 

could actually reach into it (this might have been due to my limited stature:). 

Sausage, celery, onions, bread, eggs, pepper, salt, sage (and ingredients that I am 

forgetting).  Dad and I would put each ingredient into this pot and then would 

start mixing it all together with our hands. I loved that time spent with my Dad; 

it was as if the stuffing tasted better because we had done it together.

(Photos courtesy of: google image)