Thanksgiving has forever been a very special holiday for me. I remember as a child, my grandparents always came to our house for the feast. I remember sitting on the back of the couch and watching out the window for them to arrive. Grandpa drove the ugliest ass car. I think it was a 57 Chevy in titty pink and white. I would yell, “they’re here”, and rush out to the car to meet them. Grandma’s purse always smelled of Clove chewing gum and I always got a piece right off the bat.
My grandfather was a shy man but tall, strong and blonde. He gave the best hugs. He was the first person I ever heard of having Alzheimer’s disease.
Waking up on Thanksgiving morning was the best. The aroma of turkey and dressing permeated the air. My mother was up early in the morning to cook the innards for the giblet stuffing. She had a fresh pone of cornbread baked to go in too. I’ve always said that heaven would smell like Thanksgiving morning.
When we lived in Dayton, Ohio we started a tradition of having all of our friends over the weekend before Thanksgiving for a pre-turkey party. My house would be full of card tables and tv trays for our almost thirty friends to eat. Everyone would bring a dish to pass and the hubster and I made the turkey and stuffing. I really miss those parties.
When we moved to Illinois, we would take turns having Thanksgiving at relatives’ homes. The first one we had in our new home was very special as my parents and my favorite aunt and uncle came from Ohio to join in with the hubster’s parents, grandparents and his brother’s family. We had a real house full that year.
Later, when the girls went to college we started having Thanksgiving with Addi bringing friends from Beloit College that couldn’t go home for the holiday. (Sometimes I think they just wanted to come to our house.) We had such fun times. We made the usual turkey and stuffing dinner but the hubster always made a roast beast. (i.e. bloody beef roast.) Everyone was in the kitchen cooking, or opening the wine and passing out spirits.
Now that the girls are at the far ends of the United States, it is just the hubster and me for dinner. Last year I got to make a small chicken with stuffing and the fixins. (Stuffing, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole and rolls.) The hubster confessed that he really doesn’t like turkey and stuffing and I admitted that I could exist on it.
This year we have settled for making Tonkatsu. This is a Japanese dish of deep fried pork cutlet on a bed of raw cabbage, rice and deep-fried hunks of onion and green pepper with Tonkatsu sauce. The sauce is similar to A-1 sauce or Heinz 57 sauce but a lot better. We usually make this dish when we have company. It takes at least two people to make it. One frying and one handing off prepared items to go in to fry. We decided that it was special enough that we would have it for Thanksgiving.
If you are interested and would like to have it, come one over. Yeah right! J M K Nippon serves it, but you have to request to eat on the dining room side and not on the teppan side.
Happy Thanksgiving. And may peace be with you.