This year I'm working from 6 am - 11 am because the store has decided that people who don't plan need more time to be unprepared and shop at the last minute, thereby panicking and taking our their frustrations on us lowlife supermarket and deli clerks for their lack of preparation.
If we (husband and I) do anything at all other than watching cartoons or puttering around the house, it would be going to my sister's house. She, as the Holder of the Big Cooking Spoon, having inherited it from our mother, maintains, on a much smaller scale, what we used to observe as a typical Italian-American Thanksgiving dinner.
- An antipasto platter of lettuce, salami, ham, pepperoni (just another salami, really) cheese (usually provolone), olives, roasted red peppers. A separate dish contains anchovies (pronounced aal-eech-ey in Italian but spelled like the girl's name, Alice) in olive oil, which not everyone likes, hence taking or not to add to your own salad plate, along with some crusty Italian bread.
- Lasagna, baked ziti, baked mani-cawty or some other ooey-gooey semolina and fermented milk based concoction that is believed to be Italian food.
- The stuffed and roasted turkey, and most likely a baked ham. Alongside these are sweet potatoes (yams and sweet potatoes are not the same thing, believe it or not) soaked and baked in pancake syrup, brown sugar and butter; some kinds of steamed and/or overcooked vegetables (broccoli was my family's staple); mashed potatoes; gravy made of turkey drippings, flour and water; bread stuffing inside the turkey, some baked separately in another casserole; jellied cranberry sauce cut into slices out of the can.
- There is virtually every dessert one can get their overstuffed carb-loaded hands on. In ages past there was a bowl of mixed nuts in their shells for after the main part of dinner. There was also what we called fin-ook. The original word is finocchio, which is fennel, a type of celery. Fennel is said to be a digestive. Trivia: an Italian slang word for a gay man is finook. Why? Well, silly person, because finook is a queer celery. I kid you not.
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Now, if you don't agree that's one hell of a queer celery, then I just don't know what.
If I sound like I hold the whole affair and subject in disdain and contempt ... that is quite correct. I think the whole thing is little more than a yearly excuse to eat to the point of vomiting, long bereft of anything meaningful resembling being thankful.
But hey, what do I know?
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