Another Thanksgiving has come and gone, and best of all I wasn’t responsible for this one. (Thanks Ted.) My wife and I hosted T-Day for our extended family for years and years, starting in college. Starting way back then, I instituted a policy of multi-culturalizing our holiday feasts by picking a different culture every year for Thanksgiving and for Christmas dinner. This resulted in (I thought) some pretty spectacular feasts. I did Russian food one year, Scandinavian, a great Mexican Christmas dinner complete with stuffed chiles with walnut sauce
And somewhere along the line various outlying members of the family started to rebel. People would show up at my house for Thanksgiving dinners with turkey breasts and “request” that I cook them, since they “had to have” turkey at Thanksgiving. I complied, but it pissed me off to no end, so at some point I just gave up and went back to traditional “Thanksgiving food”. Which isn’t to say they haven’t been good. A year or two back we compromised and I barbecued a couple of ducks instead of the turkey. There are plenty of interesting things that you can do with “traditional” recipes, but sometimes I miss the variety. The other advantage to non-traditional options is that it saved us from the traditional argument over whose grandmother’s stuffing we were going to make. At least we don’t have to go through that anymore. Naming our children was easier than choosing the stuffing.
I’m considering doing something wacky for Christmas dinner this year. We’ll see. Medieval French? Hmmmm.