The High Holy Day of food geekery is upon us. Can I get a “Hell Yeah!”?
Seriously, I love this holiday. Double O Sated, a license to gorge. A four day weekend! 24/7 football and food! Falling asleep on the couch with a sandwich on your lap! Thirds on dessert! Christ, how does it get better than a state-sanctioned pass on gluttony? And all anyone asks in return is a little bit of gratitude?
All I need is mention of a Hatch Chile Apple Pie and a passing thought of the four stages of turkey and I’m higher than Willie Nelson at Snoop’s house, but for anybody who want some more warming up, Sam Sifton’s piece in the Times should help:
The first rule of Thanksgiving and your best guide to happiness in the coming days and weeks: radical acceptance. Thanksgiving is coming and you know what will happen, one way or another, when the door swings open and Aunt Hildy glides in on a cloud of mall perfume. This year, embrace it with a full heart and open arms.
Thanksgiving is the ideal meal at which to do so. From its very beginning in 1621, the notion of the feast was to gather many in the interest of sharing what we had and what we liked: some sea ducks, clams, a few gourds and piles of corn, the five deer that the Wampanoag harvested on the way to the party.
We can do that again, with hearty fall vegetables and crisp fruit softened in the oven, turkeys and grains and whatever we need to satisfy everyone, no matter their preferences or idiosyncrasies. We can cook it together this year: Thanksgiving for all.
Most importantly, what are you guys doing this year?