Grow­ing up, Thanks­giv­ing meals were always held at my Grannie’s farm­house here in West­ern Ken­tucky. Most of our fam­i­ly lived with­in a 5 mile radius and we all piled in the mod­est, wood-pan­eled, den and kitchen area. There were so many cousins, aunts and uncles we were quite lit­er­al­ly piled on top of each oth­er. But hon­est­ly, that was how I liked it! When my Grannie, the Matri­arch, passed in 2008 the fam­i­ly sud­den­ly stopped hav­ing large hol­i­day meals togeth­er. Instead we all split off into our own lit­tle units and haven’t had a meal togeth­er since. But alas, my…