Stuffing is, without a doubt, my favorite part of Thanksgiving. Though I love me some sweet potato casserole, and I inherited a fondness for fruit pies from my father, I spend 362 days a year (thank you, leftovers) thinking about stuffing.
You see, throughout my entire life, my mother has been responsible for preparing the stuffing for our Thanksgiving meal, a prized recipe passed down from my grandmother. And while a love of cooking might have skipped a generation, my mom masters that stuffing, year after year, striking the perfect balance between moist, aromatic and crispy. So it seemed wrong to try to recreate it myself — or even to ask for the recipe.