Years ago, I invited a friend to share my kitchen. It was the holidays and we were both busy preparing for family that would be arriving for dinner the next day. Since I had the larger kitchen and two nice sized ovens, I thought it would be appropriate (and a lot of fun) to have her over to cook together. She had her menu; I had mine. We had all our ingredients. We were ready and set to cook.<\/span><\/p> I\u2019m a Southern girl, she was born and grew up in California. She has a certain way of cooking, whereas I tend to follow a Southern tradition.<\/span><\/p> So that evening, though we were sharing the same kitchen, we were preparing two very different menus.\u00a0<\/span>With that said, it did not surprise me when I suggested she try my sweet potato casserole that she not only liked it, but wanted to make it for her family dinner as well.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t When I think of Thanksgiving, I imagine a dim lit room, a crackling fire in the fireplace, hot apple cider, the family gathered. Countertops and side tables decorated with gold, red, and brown arrangements. Scented candles glow in every room. Pumpkins in various sizes, shapes, and colors are scattered inside and out. There\u2019s a smell of apple and cinnamon in the air. The house is filled with laughter and busy chatter. The dining room table and maybe another table or two, are elaborately set.\u00a0<\/span><\/p> In the center of the table there is a perfectly roasted turkey, stuffing, and cranberry relish. There is sweet potato casserole in Grandmother\u2019s antique baking dish.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t![\"\"](\"https:\/\/lydiacameron.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/11\/Canva-Full-Homemade-Thanksgiving-Dinner.jpg\")
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