Well, Alissa and I, along with the kids and my mom went to a Thanksgiving dinner at Annie’s day care. I’m always impressed by the sense of community that the owner fosters. She treats each of those kids like her own. And she’s a great cook. Of course there was turkey and stuffing and homemade bread and pumpkin pie. The mashed potatoes were left off by mistake, but the store-bought spuds were not missed among the spaghetti and a several tasty dishes from our hostess’s native Eritrea.
Tomorrow, we’re joining forces with another family and having a big chaotic Thanksgiving. Like tonight’s feast, this is also likely to feature some international influences from New Zealand, Congo and Ethiopia.
It’s kind of funny. Growing up, I always had Thanksgiving with my family, and it was always the “traditional” turkey, with all the trimmings. We could even identify what was to be cooked by the serving dishes being readied. The white bowl with vertical sides was always for the marshmallow-topped yams. That big bowl over there was for the mashed potatoes. (Don’t forget the butter and paprika.) And so it went. Back then, when I thought of international influences, my mind would look to Latin America and Asia. This year it seems to be New Zealand and Africa.
In college, the Intervarsity staff lived in a house off campus and would invite neighbors and any students who remained on campus to a giant pot luck. I never went but I’d heard that it was always a wonderful celebration full of all kinds of foods.
I like the idea of ethnic influences on Thanksgiving dinner. After all, didn’t the pilgrims and native Americans each bring the best that their community could offer to the table to celebrate?
Anyway folks, have a Happy Thanksgiving. Enjoy time with your loved ones. Never forget the less fortunate. And please stay safe out there.