My favorite day of the year is Thanksgiving; it’s one that was very special when I was growing up. It was never the same, from year to year. It had many changes over the years. In the beginning it was Mom and Granny, in the kitchen baking and cooking up a storm. I didn’t realize how much work it was, until I was much, much older, but they did it with so much passion and excitement. Of course, I was a kid, and the weeks of planning and grocery shopping, all for one meal, might have seemed exciting to me, but not so much to them. But, alas, it’s my…