There is a moment that kept coming back to me, year after year, as I cleaned up after Maysgiving dinner.
The table full of dishes we had cooked together. The lingering smell of turkey and pie. The sound of people still talking even as plates were being cleared. And this quiet, certain feeling that something sacred had just happened.
I kept thinking: this should not just live in my memory. Other people should be able to sit at this table too.
That is why I wrote The Maysgiving Table.
The book is part cookbook and part memoir. It holds both the recipes and the stories, because at Maysgiving, you cannot really separate them. The cranberry sauce is not just a recipe. It is the one I finally got right in year two after two previous attempts that, let us just say, did not go well. The stuffing is not just a stuffing. It is the one my boys started helping make, and now it tastes like all of us.
I wrote the book for a few different kinds of people.
I wrote it for the home cook who wants something beautiful and intentional to gather around, not just in November, but any time of year. The recipes in this book work for May. They also work for any moment when you want to say: today matters.
I wrote it for the person who has been thinking about starting a family tradition but does not know where to begin. Maysgiving started with one decision. This book is that decision handed to you.
I wrote it for anyone who has ever felt like the holidays move too fast, like November disappears before you could really sit in it, like gratitude deserves more than one month and one Thursday.
And honestly? I wrote it for myself. To have a record. To give this thing that has meant so much to my family a form that can outlast the moment.
The Maysgiving Table is available now in hardcover, paperback, and Kindle. Whatever format you prefer, there is a place for you at the table.
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