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“Tradition gives us a sense of solidarity and roots, knowing there are some things one can count on.”-Gloria Gaither

I am no different from anyone else; I crave the comfort and certainty found in continuity…

Since 1999, I’ve baked an almond pound cake as part of our Thanksgiving meal, so it was important to me to have one for my family again this year.

I put four sticks of butter out on the counter to soften; that afternoon I dug my KitchenAid mixer out from the back of the storage shed.   I followed my trusty recipe and popped the creamy batter into the oven.   One hour and eighteen minutes later, I pulled it out; after a twenty minute rest, I flipped the cake from the pan to finish cooling, or at least I tried…but the bottom refused to release.   By the time I pried the pieces of the lower crust loose, the entire top had cracked and was sliding off the sides…

The cake was a complete disaster…to say it was ugly would have been an understatement…

Out of eggs and out of time, it was either take the fallen-apart cake or show up empty handed.   Into the carrier it went…

Despite my best efforts, my time-tested, tried and true pound cake looked like it had been drop-kicked and reassembled; even so, if you closed your eyes while taking a bite, it tasted just like a pretty, perfect version…

This year has been anything but predictable…   Our children left the nest…   We resigned from Pine Lake…   John bought a pick-up truck…   We sold our home and moved…   My sister changed jobs after nineteen years…   My parents’ divorce was finalized…   Mom retired and relocated to a different state…   John’s father was diagnosed with full-blown leukemia…   We joined a church…

Lots of big changes have taken place…some good, some bad, some…well, the jury’s still out…

Like my cake, sometimes things don’t work out the way you plan; you can do the right things-or make mistakes-and still not have the outcome you expect.

We spent this holiday on the road, splitting time between Boone and Charlotte to be with my in-laws and our kids; the location and settings were as different as could be, completely unlike any Thanksgiving we’ve shared in the last two decades.

Other than being a little tired from the accumulated miles, it all worked out just fine.

Because at the end of Thanksgiving night, where we were and what was served didn’t matter; the most important part of our family tradition was still intact: spending it with family.  

Family is what matters most…everything else is a bonus…

 

Wishing you blessings and hope…tg

Tammy will update her blog weekly…  On Twitter: @briansmom061208

 

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