Where I Am From: a Recipe for Thanksgiving

I am from pick up trucks, from mason jars and the fragrance of windswept prairie.

I am from the homestead...hard-working, early-rising, working for yourself.

I am from the wheat, the yarro.

I am from dinner at Grandma's and brown eyes, from Cousins, Aunts and Uncles.

I am from common sense and brown hair and big feet.

From "It's too pretty to be inside," and "You're in my light", and "'Gosh durn' kids left on every light in the house."

I am from The Old Rugged Cross and Saturday night mass.

I’m from Far and Away,  and Silkwood ;deviled eggs and chicken & noodles and Marlene's rolls.

From riding shotgun with Grandma, playing with fire in the flower shop, and 89ers Day.

I am from the Grandma's living room, Leona's house, and periwinkles and coleus and calladium.

I am from understanding I'm loved no matter what, covering a multitude of mistakes, realizing how rich I am, finding my anchor hold in gratitude.

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Aunt Marlene's Recipe for Home Made Noodles

4 eggs, beaten                                       1 stick margarine, melted

2 t. milk (yes, teaspoons)                       2 t. salt

3 to 4 c. flour

Mix eggs, margarine and milk.  Add flour and sale to make a thick dough.  Roll thin, using plenty of flour.  Roll up like a jelly roll.  With a sharp knife, cut diagonally into narrow strips.  Can be cooked immediately in chicken broth or frozen to use later.

I am participating in Mama Kat's writer's workshop prompts 2 and 3 because they work together so well.

I am also sharing my awesome with Jennifer @ Momma Made It Look Easy.