Another Thanksgiving is behind us and the Christmas season has officially begun. I love this time of year; primarily because it is filled with traditions and happy memories. Every year at Thanksgiving I make the same foods – some recipes passed down from my mother and grandmother. I set the table with my good china, crystal and silver. And I always include my family pieces. This is one of them.
This dish belonged to my paternal grandmother. I always remember it on her table, usually filled with carrots. Now it holds a place of prominence on my table at all of the holiday meals. My way of honoring my grandmother. It’s not a fancy dish. It is china but not bone china. It was made in the US and, in what could only be called an eerie coincidence, the pattern name is Acoma. Acoma is the name of a pueblo here in New Mexico. So this dish which has been in my family for as long as I can remember has travelled ‘home’ from Chicago to New Mexico. It seems fitting that it should sit on my table.