My daddy's ham.
Aunt Kelly's gravy.
Those yummy rolls that my uncle picks up at the grocery store.
Everyone has their specialty.
My specialty is sweet potato casserole.
Just like your grandma used to make.
If your grandma likes lots of butter and those mini-marshmallow things.
Now I know that good ol' sweet potato casserole has fallen out of vogue, and I guess it is rightly so. Sweet potatoes are awfully delicious in their purest form, and I am sure there are lots of other tasty (probably tastier) ways to dress them up. Plus, almost anything else would be a lot more healthy.
But sweet potato casserole is my specialty.
And each year healthfulness, taste, and food snobbery are tossed out in favor of tradition that runs soul deep.
A couple of cans (yes, cans!) of the sweet potatoes that look like this:
Warmed and then whipped with butter, milk, and brown sugar.
Half is covered with pecans, pats of butter, and more brown sugar...
And the other half is covered in...
Then, it is thrown in the oven at 350 degrees or so, until the marshmallows are brown and it looks "right."
It might not be fancy...
Heck, it might not even be food.
But it tastes just like Thanksgiving at Home.
What's your specialty?