[ProtectOurFreedom]

When I left home for college, they packed up and moved 1,000 miles east. Our Thanksgiving break was short and I didn’t have enough time to get to the new home, so I spent my first Thanksgiving away from home in the fraternity house. There were two or three of us in the same boat so we decided to use the kitchen and make our own Thanksgiving dinner.

Mom was a great cook, but never made homemade bread, but I thought “What the heck, I’ll give it a try.” Now, not being very experienced in the cooking arts, I wasn’t quite sure what the term “rise” meant regarding bread dough. So I whipped up the batch of dough, kneaded it, pounded it down, put it in the pan and popped it in the oven. LOL...I still remember that loaf when I took it out of the oven!

[harpolemond]

Awesome: My mom never wrote down a recipe. At least we didn't know of any. For years I didn't make anything as we always went to their house for Thanksgiving. But when she was gone I realized I didn't know how much of anything to use. Then one day my brother called me. They had found where she had written down everything on a piece of scrap paper, so I was able to replicate exactly what she did.
and I do understand about college. Can be tough at holidays