This is Marjorie. After Karen's mother passed, her father ended up marrying Marjorie. I won't go into all the details of the way various paths crossed over the years resulting in this union.
The last time I saw her was Thanksgiving 2012. I flew down to Phoenix and prepared a big dinner for family, both Karen's and my own. It was one of the better holidays I've ever had. But the troubles with her throat were getting pretty far advanced, and the only thing Marjorie could eat was my mashed potatoes. She passed a couple months later.
So in her memory, and for all those lost loved ones we miss at family gatherings, I am choosing potatoes. Red, white, purple, sweet, yams - whatever. In spite of the somber tones, have fun with your food in this challenge.
And put your heart into it.