A Thankful Cook

Matt taught me to cook--specifically he taught me to cook from scratch.  I've mentioned this before, I know.
It never fails:  I always snap a photo of my plate before I actually serve up everything.
At our Thanksgiving meal, by historical default, Matt kept catching all the praise for the dishes we brought, specifically the dinner rolls and the pumpkin chocolate chip cupcakes.  A handful of times Matt had to redirect the enthusiasm my way.  "Well, actually, Beth made the..."
It was tremendously satisfying. 
These ceramic Pilgrim-and-Indian figurines were painted by my mom and have probably been a fixture at every Thanksgiving my entire life.  I don't know how I ended up with them, but they warm my nostalgic heart none the less.
Not only was it superbly pleasurable to actually contribute to the meal myself--instead of banking on all of Sharon and Matt's culinary talent--but people thought it was yummy enough that Matt probably made it.  And that's high praise in my book.
Ryan wins at Catan every time.  I swear.  Every time.
So, hooray!  I am a reasonably good cook these days.  That's something to be very thankful for.  Food is good.  Especially when shared with others.


  1. I need to be better about giving you credit Beth - you are indeed a good cook! You both are!

    Mamma S.

    1. I can't hold it against people for assuming it was Matt. I mean, that was the case for SO many years! Not anymore!! Woot-woot!

      Thanks for teaching Matt all your culinary knowhow so he could pass them along to me!


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