I took some advice, tried again and again and kept getting something closer to a football shape than a circle. My wife and brother-in-law took turns and did better, getting near-circles and then Grandma jumped in again. And again, perfect circles. As we each took turns Grandma started giving directions for my wife to make a salsa verde. Into the blender went herbs (from her garden) and spices, some tomatillos, tomatoes and before you knew it a gorgeous smell overtook the kitchen. Meanwhile, Grandma got to work on some refried beans, eggs and arroz rojo. I watched amazed as a feast was brought together in short order with a grace and skill I can only aspire to. Grandma did this like a woman a third her age.
When we finally sat at the small table a colorful, love-filled Mexican feast welcomed us, all assembled by this vibrant, incredible petite woman. This was a true Thanksgiving meal linked to our family’s past, present and future.