My grandmother’s name was Myrtle. She was one of my favorite people in the world. She is the one my heart aches for during Thanksgiving. This was her holiday. She killed it in the kitchen every year. I am so thankful to have those memories of her and my grandfather. Enough of the mushy stuff, let’s talk stuffing. This isn’t her exact stuffing recipe, but it’s pretty close. Butta, amazing bread (that we cut and dry out ourselves), onions, celery, sage, rosemary, thyme, s&p, chicken broth and a few eggs to bind it all together. Reheating instructions will be on the label.