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Food I Associate with My Late Grandparents
Every Christmas Eve, Nana and my great aunt Bee would come over to our house for a lunch spread. Deli meats, special cheeses, and Nana’s crab salad that tastes like love. Christmas Day dinner was always classic but still special. A huge turkey, with the stuffing and mashed potatoes all present at the table. There was nothing more comforting in the world than eating a traditional dinner with Nana on a holiday she loved…