It Ain't Thanksgiving Without Mama's Corn Puddin'

Well, I guess the title should be more like, It Ain't No Holiday Without Mama's Corn Puddin'. Mom is not doing well this Thanksgiving. She has spent it in the hospital. If she comes home, it will not be anytime soon. God was so kind to give us a great day with her on Thursday, though. It is the only good day she has had in over a week. Needless to say, we did not have her corn pudding this year. My kids missed it and begged me to make it soon. (Along with her broccoli casserole) So, here is Donna's legendary, and yes, it legendary to my hometown, corn pudding. I will come back and add pictures the next time I make it.

Ingredients

1 stick of butter

2 cans of cream style corn

6 eggs

1 cup milk

1 cup sugar

1 tsp vanilla

1 tsp flour

Preheat the oven to 375. Melt the butter in a 9 x 13 glass dish. Mix the remaining ingredients together until thoroughly blended. Pour the mixture in the dish with the melted butter. Mix in the butter. Cook for 1 hour, or until set and the top is golden brown.

When I think about the events in my life that sadden me the most because my children did not have the blessing of participating in them, I think immediately of my childhood at my grandparent's home. My parents never moved from the town they were raised in. Therefore, visits with grandparents were at least weekly, if not daily. We all went to church together, convened for every one's birthdays, met on Saturday nights at Pizza Hut, etc. It was truly Norman Rockwellish.

I remember the favorite game was either riding a wagon down their steep backyard, or a game of baseball with all of the aunts, uncles, and cousins. We spent countless hours chasing lightening bugs and rubbing them on our skin to make us glow. (I know...gross!) A leisurely visit almost always turned into an extended family gathering because everyone else had the same idea.

I miss those days desperately. I live 4 hours (on a non-traffic day) away from my family. My kids keep me busy. Work is never ending. Most days I go to bed at night never thinking about the fact that we live a distance from our families. But, then I stop long enough to think about the fact that my kids will not experience what I grew up with, and well that is depressing. It is strange the events that bring about home sickness. Major holidays are fine. Again, I think because we are so busy. Birthdays and 4th of July are brutal. They are special days, but more laid back.

Isaac, Sarah, Zachary, Jack, and Micah, love your family. Remember they are the most important people in your life. Yes, one day you will marry and have kids. They will take precedence, but those you love and cherish today, and the memories you build together, will shape the person you become. I love you!

Maybe it is because passing on family secrets and traditions is a very southern thing, and the longer I live above the Mason Dixon Line, the more I desire to embrace the southerness I was raised in. Maybe it is just because I am sentimental and cringe at the thought of family traditions ceasing with a certain generation. Whatever the reason, I have created this blog for my kids, and other family members to enjoy and share things that should never be forgotten about our family. I am not sure what you may find, probably a few recipes, maybe some silly stories, and I am sure many things that will only make sense "if you were there." I may regret this, kids, but welcome to our story and do not let it die with your generation. I pray these stories, recipes, advice, etc. will live on for generation upon generation.