Each Thanksgiving, I think back on this story of my dad. He was sliding into mid-to-late stages of Alzheimer’s disease. AD is a terrible way to die, long and wearying. But one thing I did learn through the experience: a sense of humor is a gift that makes much of life bearable!
Blessings to you on Thanksgiving Day. Remember to find the funny moments!
A few years ago, my cousin Bill brought my folks over on Thanksgiving Day. It was the first time Dad didn’t recognize me. Usually I can see recognition in his eyes, but not on that day.
The day before Thanksgiving, I had spent considerable time hunting for the ingredients for creamed onions—Dad’s favorite dish on Thanksgiving. Food was still a pleasure for Dad. You know what stores are like the day before Thanksgiving . . . crowded. This year, I decided to make them from scratch. And everyone loved them! My sister said they were the best creamed onions she’d ever had.
As I spooned a big helping of creamed onions onto Dad’s plate, he shook his head vehemently.
“Dad, I worked so hard on these! Are you telling me you don’t want any?”
“No!” he said. “Don’t like ’em.”
Sigh. You have to laugh!
Here’s the recipe I used for Dad’s creamed onions:
Prepare steamed onions (I used a bag of frozen pearl onions and followed directions to steam them).
Make one cup white sauce. (Melt two tablespooons butter. Add 1 1/2 to 2 tablespoons flour and blend over low heat for 3-5 minutes. Stir in 1 cup of milk slowly. It will thicken and smooth out. Season to taste.)
Cover onions with white sauce and cook for one minute. Add 1/4 cup chopped parsley, a dash of cloves, 1/4 teaspoon paprika. Enjoy!
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