T Town for Turkey

So here I am again, in T Town, Texas. Texarkana where two states collide literally down the middle called State Line. Arkansas side is littered with liquor stores and bars and the Texas side with baptist churches. Makes for some interesting Saturday nights and boring Sundays!
Nevertheless this is where most of my family now resides and so we gather to nourish ourselves again on Thanksgivings. Food has always been a huge part of every Cajun family's life but it's only the distraction for the real nourishment. Meals were the means of the family getting together to reunite, to bond and repair the ties that can be frayed with time and the stress that living produces. So many family dinners, I remember the old folks talking in french with all the laughter and animation that comes with remembering the past. We , the younger cousins, spent endless hours playing hide and go seek and sneaking sweets from the grown up table. None of us really thought that someday, we would be the old folks laughing about the good old days while our children's children played games in the yard. Such is life...repetition!