Getting into the Holiday Spirit

I just love the holidays. And Thanksgiving is my favorite. I am already dreaming of what I'll make for the four (yes, count em, four) dinners I will be attending next Thursday. At my grandmother's house I have been given the honor of making Mashed Potatoes. Now unless you are blessed with a uterus and ovaries, this will sound like a menial task. But if you are of the fairer sex...then you know what I'm talking about. It may not be mashed potatoes in your family; maybe it's green bean casserole, or pumpkin pie, or that orange marshmallow fluff...but in every family there is a dish that is expected, anticipated and revered. At my grandmother's house, it was her fluffy, buttery, perfect mashed potatoes. Three years ago she taught me how to make them just like she does. And the Thanksgiving after our cooking lesson, she asked me if I would bring them to our family dinner. And I tell you the truth...it is a duty I do not take lightly. I have crossed the threshold between being a girl and being an important woman in my family circle. For it is I who brings the Mashed Potatoes.