It’s seasonal for most of us, of course. Our memories kick into overdrive, dredging up details of long-ago holidays.In my case, Christmas Days of yore were as predictable as the sunrise. After “Santa gifts” were opened, we’d scurry across the county to Granny’s house (Pawpaw’s, too) for lunch and more gift openings with our extended family.There, we’d typically exchange simple items, such as socks, hankies, neckties and cheap perfume. We all thought the “tree”--fashioned from a mesquite tree limb, adorned with strings of popcorn and construction paper ornaments--was plenty good. Most memorable, though, was a menu side dish, thoughts of ...