Sweet potatoe pie

Bury me in a yard with a magnolia tree for shade and pecans to keep me satisfied. It's easy to feel grateful when you're seated at a long table filled with second helpings and unbridled laugher. Thanksgiving in San Antonio means Chris Carlson's home made pies and turkeys the size of small children. The weather took a decidedly fall feel with overcast skies that cast matte gray shadows on everything it touched. Old women with overcoats and kerchiefs shuttled to awaiting grandchildren with casseroles in hand. My family met at a cozy one hundred year old house on a quiet corner on a quiet street. Fabien poured me a glass of wine and I held Max in my arms parading around a busy room. Hand blown glass snaked around the crown of the ceiling and I gave thanks for all that I had.