Thanksgiving’s at my place this year and it will be my first time cooking Turkey. I’m stressed because people will be here eating my Turkey… oh and did I mention its the first time that I will make Turkey? I really really hope it comes out.. edible. I’m not asking for much. If its edible, I’ll be pleased. Speaking of Turkey do any of you brine it? How do you put a brining Turkey in the fridge?
Growing up we never celeberated Thanksgiving. Not out of any personal conviction, it just wasn’t a holiday my parents grew up with so they viewed it as a day steeped in tradition for Amriki’s- not them. This changed Thanksgiving 1992. Hurricane Andrew had come and gone and the five of us were cooped up in a two bedroom apartment which smelled of wet dog. I remember sitting on cushions as me and my little brothers watched TV, moping, as our parents got ready to go for their daily stroll. I remember feeling quite sorry for myself.
I dont recall how it happened. Maybe we were watching a show of a big cozy family sitting down with happy faces to Thanksgiving dinner but for the first time I wanted to have Thanksgiving dinner too. Immediately my brothers and I got to work. We flung open all the cupboards, the pantry and the fridge as we scavenged to make our very first Thanksgiving Meal. I handled the toaster while my brothers rushed to set the table with mismatched plates and glasses. When my parents arrived, they were quite surprised to see three smiling “chefs” presenting them with Thanksgiving Dinner consisting of a medley of canned pineapples, buttered toast, chicken cold cuts, and a bowl of chickpeas. I can still remember my father’s smile. It was our first Thanksgiving dinner together, and certainly the most unique, but it certainly was not our last.
This Thanksgiving there won’t be any buttered toast. There won’t be any chicken cold cuts and there certainly won’t be any pineapples from a can. And I can handle all these changes. But the hardest part is not being able to see them. This Thursday as I mash the potatoes and prepare the stuffing they will be in my heart. Though many years have since passed, the best Thanksgiving still remains the Thanksgiving of 1992.
** Because this song captures the feeling better than a 1,000 words. How many of us get weepy listening to this song? *sigh* or is it just me?