Recently we gathered the whole family around the table to ask them what Thanksgiving meant to them. Thanksgiving on our farm looks more like the Thanksgivings of early Colonial America with the blessings of modern technology to make things easier and more efficient. Thanksgiving to our family is truly a time to give thanks for the harvests. Our provisions from the farm are completely dependent on the Lord. Through the droughts, major hail, high damaging winds, extreme heat and cold, and loss of animals, we have always had enough, and we give thanks.

I remember as a kid being addicted to ketchup. One time I even cried on the way home after I realized there was no ketchup for my French fries. I was so picky that I wouldn’t even eat them until I got home. When I started cleaning up my diet due to some health issues, I switched to organic ketchup. It didn’t taste the same, but it was better than nothing. I knew the organic ketchup wasn’t as healthy as if I had made my own, but I had tried several times to make ketchup, and nobody liked it. I kept giving up. A couple years ago I quit eating ketchup altogether, but my family still ate it. I don’t like the large amount of white processed sugar in organic ketchup, and I’m convinced that there’s something in there that’s not listed on the ingredients, (I have learned recently that this is very common) so I decided to try again.