Submitted by Terese Luikens, Sandpoint, Idaho
For the first eight years of my life, I lived near my grandma and enjoyed partaking in the feasts she served for memorable holiday meals. Uncles, aunts, and cousins sat shoulder-to-shoulder around tables laden with tender beef roasts, smooth brown gravy, fluffy mashed potatoes, and always a choice of cream pie for dessert. Whenever I was eating a meal at Grandma’s house, no one ever had to tell me to clean up my plate.
