The Memory Keepers by Michelle
"There is one day that is ours. Thanksgiving Day is the one that is purely American."
—O. Henry
It's only been in the last couple of years, since my friends
Stephanie and Michael moved to Colorado, that I have begun making Thanksgiving dinner again. For many years, Stephanie and Michael hosted friends and family at their house. Every year I'd contribute the desserts, and I was more than happy to take on the baking responsibilities.
My daughter, Maddie and I would spend Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, baking
pies,
fruit tarts,
crostatas,
pecan tassies and
cookies. Pumpkin pies were always a fixture, of course. But we'd mix up the other desserts based upon what we felt inspired to bake.
After a huge midday meal of turkey and all the fixings, Stephanie and Michael would pull out games and we'd play Trivial Pursuit (usually women vs. men), Apples-to-Apples, or Liar's Dice. The big group would sit around the table, talking, laughing, joking, with a lot of good natured ribbing being exchanged between us all. In the early evening, we'd dig into dessert and leftovers were divided up so everyone could spurge again the next day. Those are wonderful memories, and I miss our days and evenings shared together, especially around the holidays when we'd gather for Halloween parties, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years.
When Stephanie and Michael pulled-up stakes and moved, the task returned to me to pull together a Thanksgiving dinner for my family. Thanksgiving takes a lot of prep, and a good plan, but I don't particularly think of it as a difficult meal, especially if there is one or two additional sets of hands that pitch in and help cook and clean.
Every year I buy all the food magazines searching for inspiration. I don't know why I bother because like most families, everyone wants the same meal year after year. I still enjoy seeing an Asian spin on the holiday meal though, or how the folks in Louisiana are adding Cajun spices and oysters to the stuffing. I think I'll add a new side dish, but it always seems that the menu is practically carved in stone by our family tradition.
Last year was particularly special because my sister Linda, and her son, Jordan were able to come to Arizona for Thanksgiving. If you are a frequent reader of the blog, you probably know that Linda is a manager at Whole Foods. When your career is in retail, especially a grocery store, the holidays are the busiest time of the year. Grocery employees simply do not get time off between Thanksgiving and New Year's Day.
Linda had sustained a work injury in the fall and for the first time in many years she was able take the time off and be with us for Thanksgiving.
So, then, here's what happens when our family gets together. And, I'm sure we are not unique. Perhaps you can relate. Practically everyone has an opinion about how the dishes should be made, what kind of turkey should be served, and how to eat dessert. That's why God made wine I've decided. One of the bigger debates last year involved stuffing the turkey. Due to well established food safety rules, cooking professionals pretty much agree that turkeys should not be stuffed. The dressing is simply heated in its own container. Linda and I were in complete agreement on how the stuffing would be prepped and heated. When Mom heard this news,
it just about sent her over the edge. Her happy Thanksgiving dreams were quickly turning into a holiday dinner nightmare. What proceeded was a long, somewhat heated exchange between we three about the damn turkey and the damn dressing. It was two sisters against one Mother, but Mom won in the end. The turkey was stuffed. Nobody died. Everyone managed, in fact, to end the day on a very positive note.
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| Our Mother poses with her grandson, Jordan. |
I did find out just recently that my niece Avalon was quite disappointed that we didn't serve molded red Jello with berries last year for Thanksgiving. This is a dish that Juliette made every year, and the girls grew up on it and fondly refer to as, "White Trash Jello". On the other hand, Mom was quite happy that we made
Cranberry Fluff after having it out of the Thanksgiving menu rotation for so many years. With a large group, in particular family, it's hard to make everyone happy. But we sure try. And we love everybody just the same in the end.
P.S.: My daughter, Maddie is away at college. She is regularly enduring cafeteria food during her first semester in college. When I asked her recently what she cared about most for the upcoming Thanksgiving glutton fest, she listed off her favorite dishes in the following order:
pumpkin pie,
apple pie, turkey,
mashed potatoes,
mushroom gravy, and
stuffing. Everything else on the table is just a bonus.
Michelle's Brined Thanksgiving Turkey