Good ol Thanksgiving. Remember when you were a kid and the only thing you had to worry about was the one day you’d make it to the adult table? Or wondering if there would be enough Cool Whip for you to cover your entire pumpkin pie? Those were the good ol days.
Now. Well now we’re older and holidays change. I’ll never forget Thanksgiving 2008. I was living in Manhattan, NY with my ex. Thanksgiving was me, him, his brother and his parents. It sounded simple and I enjoyed the idea of Thanksgiving with an Italian family. And then it happened. The question you think is a joke, but it’s not.
“So what do Mexicans eat on Thanksgiving? Do you eat tamales and wrap everything in tortillas?”
Granted I opened up that can of worms by bringing homemade strawberry empanadas as my dessert. (I figured I needed to bring a little Mexican flare to the table, other than myself.) But I laughed inside, because deep down I thought the same thing.
Thanksgiving with them started with stuffed mushrooms and some carpaccio and cheese. Thanksgiving with my family had nothing of the sort. You have your turkey, mashed potatoes, broccoli and cheese casserole, etc. We don’t have tortillas, we have dinner rolls. Yet the question seemed odd to me, since deep down I wondered, “Is this really how Italians do Thanksgiving? Why is there cheesecake, but no pumpkin pie?!”
Which leads me to my point. Thanksgiving is different for everyone. For some people it’s eating the staple food of their ethnicity. For others it’s a trip to their favorite restaurant. It’s never the same and it’s always evolving, especially when your family continues to grow. And grow. And grow. Like mine.
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