We have a new name for 8-month-old grandson Nolan Thomas Behel: Tractor Boy! When his grandad Buddy Behel put him up on the tractor after Thanksgiving dinner at Behel family headquarters on Hawk Pride Mountain in Tuscumbia, Alabama, it was as if Nolan had found his natural place in the world. Hard to tell who was more delighted — grandpa or grandson! The Behels are my older daughter’s in-laws and graciously include my family in any holiday celebration. And am I glad. Honored, really. Twenty-five friends and Behels were there for Thanksgiving along with all the classics — sweet potatoes, dressing, green bean casserole, pumpkin pie. Could it get any better? Yes! I didn’t have to cook! My assignment was macaroni and cheese, which I let the frozen-food aisle take care of. (Thank you, Chef Stouffer’s.) After dessert, Buddy took everybody for a hayride — the non-scratchy kind with cushions instead of hay. As we rode through woods and fields and gentle hills, he showed us the remains of his family’s original log cabin. Plus, some of the city dwellers who’d never tasted persimmons before got to sample some straight off the tree. I’d rather have my persimmons in jelly and jams, so when we got back to the house I had another slice of my daughter’s yummy sweet-potato coconut pie instead. Thank goodness her mother-in-law taught her to cook — Stouffer’s will take you only so far.