My mother makes the most exquisite spaghetti and meatballs. It is a recipe passed down from her mother, my grandmother. It is so good. My sister and I have made sure, in recent years, to watch my mom make it. We also have my grandmother's original recipe card, handwritten in cursive and faded as it is.
Both my sister and I believe we could recreate it with decent fidelity. (Not perfect, because one can never replicate one's mother's recipe perfectly, of course.)
Yet, there is one recipe I miss terribly that has been lost to the sands of time.
When I was growing up, my family and I would always go down to Galveston to visit my grandparents (father's side) for Thanksgiving. There was turkey and all of the fixings, to be sure, but -- as this was Galveston -- there was some distinctive seafood influence. Fresh Gulf Shrimp scampi, shrimp cocktail......but.....what I remember the most was this absolutely exquisite, absolutely delicious, absolutely delectable oyster stuffing.
Oh how I wish I knew how to recreate it!
Unfortunately, neither myself nor my cousins had the foresight to get the recipe from the time these yearly gatherings declined (due to us going off to college) and my grandparents' passing.
All I remember is that is my favorite thing every Thanksgiving. Wish I knew how to make it.
Both my sister and I believe we could recreate it with decent fidelity. (Not perfect, because one can never replicate one's mother's recipe perfectly, of course.)

Yet, there is one recipe I miss terribly that has been lost to the sands of time.
When I was growing up, my family and I would always go down to Galveston to visit my grandparents (father's side) for Thanksgiving. There was turkey and all of the fixings, to be sure, but -- as this was Galveston -- there was some distinctive seafood influence. Fresh Gulf Shrimp scampi, shrimp cocktail......but.....what I remember the most was this absolutely exquisite, absolutely delicious, absolutely delectable oyster stuffing.
Oh how I wish I knew how to recreate it!
Unfortunately, neither myself nor my cousins had the foresight to get the recipe from the time these yearly gatherings declined (due to us going off to college) and my grandparents' passing.
All I remember is that is my favorite thing every Thanksgiving. Wish I knew how to make it.








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