
.What We've Got...
Even if what we've got doesn't seem like alot...
We're alive, Alive, ALIVE!!!!
And, babies, that's a good start to any day!
As a young girl growing up in the wilderness that was East Harlem in New York City, I always enjoyed the holidays.
There were certain days of the year that by virtue of their inherent meaning and collective cultural significance, by their joyful reminders that we are all one in the spirit in our desires for this life, this liberty, this pursuit of happiness, this ability to share with others the bounty of our table, gave us the ability to willingly release all or any of the angst of our yearly hardships and focus, instead, on the good & the beautiful in our world over the evil & the ugly.
Their wonderful Americana transcended the longitude and latitude of a particular place and time uniting most of us under one flag at an enormous virtual table; no matter that our feet touched hard concrete pavement or soft dewy sun-kissed grass, or whether we sat down to a tidy, orderly Norman Rockwell rendition of the typical American feast or stood up to a wildly messy but love-fueled buffet filled with the jewels of ancestral pasts that mixed & matched traditional foods from wherever our first generation of family hailed, be it Palermo or Shanghai.
Thanksgiving is one such holiday with its central theme of gratitude for being alive and surviving another year &, of course, it's wonderful gift of culinary delights.
That tiny kitchen in my grandparent's housing projects apartment (where the small government issued refrigerator stood adjacent to the front door because it was far too large to stand at its rightful place in cooking heaven) was wafting out clouds of such sheer tantalizing scents for three days before the blessed event, it took all my strength not to swoon from the pleasure & anticipation of a yummy holiday feast. Picture if you will, Bob Cratchett's children in full frenzy over that roast goose & plum pudding In Dicken's "A Christmas Carol" and you have a fair idea of how we felt.
My grandmother, a woman of quiet but steely reserve, was in sole charge of the spectacle; shooing away anyone who dared enter her domain to stick a finger in pumpkin pie batter.
The only assistance she accepted was the grating of the crateloads of green bananas for the making of the pasteles, a holiday treat that was laborious to make despite the simplicity of its presentation which at first glance might seem an odd choice to the uninitiated with it's meaty savory filling hidden buried treasure like in a green banana bed of earthy goodness that was then lovingly tied up in a banana leaf & set to boil in cauldrons of water by the dozens.

Nope, Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore... with the arroz con gandules, garlicky roasted pernil, garbanzos simmering in a pumpkin sauce studded with crispy bits of pork rind & redolent with the alchemy of the sofrito or the recaito that is the mainstay of all national Puerto Rican dishes (la comida criolla, as we of Borinquen descent called it).
Sofrito is a bunch of herbs and aromatics: garlic, cilantro, sweet Scotch bonnet peppers, onions, tocino (pig fat) with either achiote (aniseed) infused oil or tomato pastes and, I suspect, lots of love. It is either chopped to a paste consistency by hand as my grandmother painstakingly did or blended in a food processor as we do now. I still will often chop it by hand, I love feeling those aromatics succumb to me under my knife's sure blade. So sexy...
There are some things Dorothy & Toto would recognize if their Kansas tornado blew them into 421 East 102nd Street like Tom Turkey, all trussed & stuffed with a traditional "American" bread dressing, the mounds of fluffy buttery mashed potatoes, roasted candied yams in a casserole crowned with pineapple rings & of course the ubiquitous "what would Thanksgiving be without it" cans of Ocean Spray cranberry sauce, the only processed item on the menu but a necessary element to every Thanksgiving day feast that we all seemed to love mainly because of those wonderful rings you could slice them into... such F-U-N food for a kiddie!
Dorothy would be able to readily identify the pumpkin & the coconut custard pies as well as the bowls of nuts still comfortably nestled in the safety of their shells until we cracked them open with the always in need of repair nutcracker. Although she may stare in wonder at the guava paste, the turrone (a hard almond & meringue candy) & the sugar cane that I loved sucking the sweet sap out of & then chewing on mercilessly grinding every bit of juice out of the fibrous stalks.
Still, she & Toto would have partied hearty with us.
With my grandfather holding court crooning tango after tango while strumming his guitar in one corner, while my beautiful Aunt Meyda was cranking up the old tunes like the "Watusi" that we would all dance wildly to & of course, the television blaring Dorothy's story, "The Wizard of Oz" or other seasonal wonders like "It's Thanksgiving Charlie Brown", the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, or maybe a Bing Crosby or Bob Hope special with even more laughter trilling in the background...
She would have noted the wildly disparate elements in the room , all relics from my grandfather's merchant marine days: the Bali heads (carved exotic wood busts of Balinese nationals), the wild painting over the plastic-covered sofa depicting a tropical bacchanal with conga players, woman dancing frenetically & men clapping to their pulsating rhythms, the giant Happy Buddha whose belly we all rubbed for good luck, the enormous stone elephant with real ivory tusks, the modest china closet filled with two entire sets of beautiful table settings that Don Pedro (my abuelito) was so proud of, that Carrera marble topped coffee table whose hard edges gave me a scar I bear to this day when as a silly child I decided I could fly from the sofa cushions and land cat-like on its marble surface (I didn't, I landed scud-like at one of it's sharp edges & bled all over the snowy white stone . One anguished grandmother, a trip to the emergency & two stitches later I was good as new and pretending to be a pirate instead...).

Yep, Dorothy & Toto would have noted the shabbiness of the walls that were only painted once every five years, the low square footage of a 3 bedroom, one bath apartment that housed three generations of family members (8 of us cohabited the place at any one time) that the windows appeared not to close fully, that my mother appeared to be in some drug-induced coma or bitter rage off on her own, never participating in our reindeer games; but she would have also seen all the plants that grew so lush & happily on those window sills, she would have heard the laughter, the singing, joined us in our revels and our dances.
Enjoyed the general silliness, the banter about politics, movies, books, art, music. The fights that would break out as everyone AGREED to DISAGREE with each other because they were all such looneys and enjoyed a good heated debate!!!
Dorothy would have seen an abundance of love.... & felt the gratitude we all did to be there together sharing... EVERYTHING, all of it.
The good, the bad, the sad, the joyful, the exaltations and the terrible sufferings but still... alive, Alive, ALIVE!!!!
And she would realize that every family from far & near share this commonality, this humanity,
the beauty in the distress and the dysfunction that while sometimes trying also binds them to each other in an eternal alliance that nothing not even death can ever set asunder...
That's what the holidays are all about!!!
I hope you enjoy yours...
Travel safely my friends.
I will post links my old Thanksgiving Menu & recipes on my personal blog. I intended on doing that this morning but this little write came out instead. My family are no longer living entities in the corporeal sense, but I felt them here today as I wrote this in the cool & darkness of the early morning . They were such hams; particularly Don Pedro & Aunt Meyda....
Such glorious characters... always mugging for the camera...hahaha!
Looks like some things never change because they surely took over this blog today!
The dawn has just now broken over the San Francisco Bay & with it a realization that those taken from us really truly never are, so long as we have our memories to preserve them as well as our little traditions like Thanksgiving Day that seems to stir their spirits and revive them even if only for a few hours during a dark November morning...
Okay... now I'm tearing up... hahaha.
My family is just too much, I know they are enjoying themselves watching me & my silliness here today. They loved to laugh, too, as I do!
Ah... but it's a beautiful thing, my friends.
Share with me some of your holiday family memories & special treats.
What made your Thanksgivings happy occasions when you were growing up?
Share with me some of your holiday family memories & special treats.
What made your Thanksgivings happy occasions when you were growing up?
What are you doing on the great day this year?
Here's a quick Timeline for Thanksgiving Day Preparations I prepared for my recipes:
Monday:
• Make Cranberry Sauce
• Wash & iron napkins
• Get Turkey wings & giblets from butcher
Tuesday:
Buy ingredients for the gravy
• Make Pie crusts
• Make Gravy
• Buy and arrange flowers
• Buy Turkey, challah bread, sourdoughbread 1lb
• smoked salmon, asparagus & other makings
• Have silver platter polished
Wednesday:
• Buy Shrimp,crudite, pesto nuts etc.
• Make croutons
• Make Pumpkin pie
• Season Turkey
Thursday:
• Assemble yam gratin. Bake
• Assemble stuffing mixtures
• Blanch Green beans, put in fridge
• Remove Turkey from refrigerator in the a.m.
• Go for walk
• Roast Turkey 2-1/2 hours before dinner
• Bake stuffings 1 hour before dinner
• Make Mashed potatoes 30 min before dinner
• Make gravy from drippings
• Finish green beans or spinach while Turkey rests
•Eat, Drink and be Merry!!
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