Christmas at the farm is a lunch of traditional favorites. And I love that most of them are not the same as the ones I make. Because the dressing is different than the one Dad always made, I can't wait for it at the Big House Christmas.
I finally asked Mary Mac and Polly for it over Thanksgiving. I love that it came in the form of a photograph from a cookbook that has been pasted, picked over, and pieced together. I love that the typewriter reminds me of all the letters I received from my grandmother.