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It's funny, as I get older I find the things I cherish the most from my childhood are those quirky things that I saw as uncool or downright weird when I was a kid. Now I regard them with wistfulness and humour. I long for the days when the biggest worry I had was dealing with the comments from fellow students about what was in my lunch bag.
Leftovers from Thanksgiving was one of the dubious lunches, according to my peers. I was destined to be a foodie, you see. My parents sent me with not just a turkey sandwich on Wonder bread but a masterpiece on hand-sliced sourdough, with homemade cranberry sauce, dressing and red leaf lettuce. (This was before the days of "artisan" food. ) As a side dish, I might have "Apple salad", the Peturson version of Waldorf salad. My Dad had whipped cream with apples as a childhood favourite I think (he didn't like the savoury celery and walnuts - those belonged in dressing). You can understand why I thought mayonnaise dressing was a horrible variation on this recipe, can't you? I also had notes on my napkins, which was worthy of lots of teasing. (The one in the picture wasn't mine but it easily could have been!)
In our house Thanksgiving was a time to share a meal, and over the years I remember various "strays" coming to the table and sharing their stories. That's how I learned of squash with a marshmallow topping, Brussels sprouts and lumpy mashed potatoes (my Mom made the creamiest mashed potatoes ever). I was keen to hear of tales from other people, and reasonably secure in my family's weird traditions (my Dad said Brussels sprouts were the worst vegetable created, and marshmallows at dinner sounded just over the top).
Nowadays I don't have Thanksgiving dinner; my husband and I both work in the hospitality industry so we are either working or we don't feel like cooking a big dinner, just for the two of us. I don't miss the clean up, but I have to admit I have the odd hankering for Apple salad.
Here's hoping you have a weekend for which you can feel grateful. As a token of my gratitude for your loyalty to my rants and raves, I'm offering up my recipe for pumpkin pie. I've heard it rates right up there - my Mom always said it was the best (but then I guess she was supposed to say that).
Happy Thanksgiving!
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