The pink Stetson Melmac bowl has been a part of our Thanksgiving tradition as far back as I can remember. It belonged to my maternal grandmother, and only on special occasions did she take it from its designated spot in the buffet. We would sit around the large oak pedestal table, all the leaves having been added to accommodate the four generations. Grandpa was seated at the head of the table, and the three kids would fight over the two chairs on either side of him. I vividly remember staring at the bowl from my place at the table, being too short to see inside, and wondering what deliciously wonderful surprise Grandma had put in it, as it was passed from person to person. Sometimes it was mashed potatoes, sometimes a vegetable dish, sometimes it was fruit salad. Didn’t matter. Anything she cooked was especially tasty, but there was something about that pink bowl... the sight of it still makes my mouth water in anticipation.
After Grandma passed away in 1991, my sister and I were sharing our precious memories of dinner around her holiday tables, when Grandpa surprised us by telling us to take the bowl home. I like to think I would have insisted my sister take it, but thankfully, it was not an issue. We were delighted to discover there were actually *two* pink bowls, as pictured in the photo above, side by side. Now, at each “pink bowl occasion”, we compare notes about what will be served in them, hundreds of miles apart.
It’s hard to imagine a Thanksgiving without the pink bowl, and the precious and comforting memories of times past.