Thanksgiving Saga
It’s my holiday. We don’t celebrate Christmas and I needed
something besides religious holidays to bring both sides of the family together
so for more than 35 years, I’ve done Thanksgiving. But, do not picture 15 or 20
people sitting around a groaning board and chowing down. In my best year of
just family, it was seven people. My husband is an only child so there were no
siblings from there; and my sister never married, so essentially, my two
daughters are it. That’s not to say that I haven’t had more. For several years,
my daughter’s roommate came but we were still at seven because my mother-in-law
had passed away (which had left us at six for a few years. One year we invited a
family whose house was under repair, so that pushed us to eleven.
And then my older daughter started to date the man she
ultimately married. She came from Denver for Thanksgiving, so he started to
come too. That was good for my husband because it gave him another guy at the
table—and watching the football games intently. Then, after they were married,
we invited his family to come east as well and join us. We went back up to ten.
The Healthy, Yet Jewish, Food
But in our house, the issue wasn’t even so much the numbers
as what we served. I call it the nontraditional Thanksgiving. First, there’s no
sweet potato pie with marshmallows. Usually, there’s no gravy either. Yes,
there’s a turkey, and there’s stuffing, and I even pick up a can of cranberry
sauce, which my mother (and my late mother-in-law) particularly like. And I
make a big salad—mine are the kind that include a wide variety of vegetables,
from celery to turnips. But there are other side dishes to.
My standard is potato latkes—the kind that are traditional
at Chanukah time. They are a staple of the meal and there are almost no
leftovers. When my mother and sister arrive for dinner, they immediately go
looking for them to nibble on before we even start. And trust me, the latke
effort isn’t easy. My hands don’t work as well as they used to so my older
daughter has taken over the peeling. Fortunately, she is fantastic at it. I’ve
never seen anyone peel 10 potatoes that fast. If I’m not careful to count them
out beforehand, I’d have 20 potatoes in 12 minutes. But I still do the grinding
– we are incredibly thankful that day for the food processor—and the mixing and
the cooking, I use two frying pans to make the cooking time shorter. But if I
say so, I make a mean latke and they are the highlight of dinner. Even my
son-in-law, who was not raised near latkes, loves them.
And then there’s the other
possible side dish—and no, it’s nothing with green beans although lately we do
make dishes with them. No, I’m talking derma. This is a hard-to-explain food
that I buy in the kosher delicatessen, and heat slowly usually in the
microwave. It’s a little spicy, but the children love it—I’ve always been
partial to it as well. (When my younger daughter was in the third grade they
had to keep journals and she talked about derma in her Thanksgiving entry. The
teacher had no idea what she was talking about, but thought it sounded
interesting.)
Part the regulation dessert are chocolate raisin drops. It's a recipe I found in a cookbook many years ago with almost no prep time--just mix, drop, and let it sit. They are now a staple, and my younger daughter has also made them for parties she's been invited to. The trick is to hide them once they're made or I have half the number I started with when I go to put them out. Nowadays, the issue is finding German sweet chocolate, which for some reason a lot of supermarkets don't seem to carry anymore. So, if I see it a month before, I get it so I'm prepared.
Family Prep Time
And finally, there’s the cooking.
When my children were small, obviously they didn’t do a lot to help with the
cooking. In the last few years, though, my life has been much easier. I still
handle the turkey setup, and the latkes—and all of the shopping since they live
far away—but they handle the rest of it. My older daughter handles the
potatoes, but also pitches in on salad prep. My younger daughter takes over on
desserts. So while we have some standards—my son-in-law is requesting pies—she
also always arrives with recipes for something new or different from our norms.
She gives me the shopping list in advance and I fulfill it, but after that,
it’s all her job. And it’s wonderful. It gives me a chance to better enjoy the
day. I have a lot of counter space so we each have our station and can do our
own thing. I really look forward to this every year because we’re now most
three adults working together, although I, as mom, am the deciding factor in
all disagreements.
Thanksgiving, my holiday for as
long as I can hold onto it.