When I think of the holidays I think of times when I felt special.. when you come from a large family sometimes feeling special is a rare occurrence. Specifically I remember my grandmother making caramel cake because I asked for it. It wasn’t for me alone but she would make it because I liked it and because I asked for it. I also remember my aunt Carol begging me my own pecan pie. This was not to be shared with the entire family It was for me to take home after the holiday and do it as I pleased. Both these examples include food items however I am from the dirty south so that’s appropriate. I know that I was not my grandmother’s favorite but I was in the top three. But I was definitely Carol’s favorite nephew.