One of my aunts makes Empanadas as an appetizer before her traditional Thanksgiving meal.
My Grandma used to make this delicious salad made with cottage cheese, lime Jello mix (for flavor and color, not to make a Jello mold, which is also pretty cool) with pineapple chunks and pecans. I’m having a nostalgic moment here, so forgive me for a sec, Sniff.
My Mom makes everything fantastic! My Dad’s favorite, is Mom’s applesauce. But her chocolate pecan pie is pretty damned amazing too! Imagine a fudgey layer, below the traditional pecan pie, layer. It’s to die for.
One year, in which my family went to my aunt and uncle’s home in another city, I had to stay home, because I worked that day. I realized that I had never really learned the art of Thanksgiving recipes from my family, so my Mom wrote down and coached me over the phone how to make mashed potatoes, how to properly spice the sweet potatoes, how to make a pumpkin pie and how to make both cranberry sauce and apple sauce. I’d watched her and my Grandma a million times, and sort of helped, but until that year, I really had no idea what I was doing. That was over 20 years ago.
It still amazes me how my Mom and her mother before her, were able to know how to cook a turkey and mashed potatoes and green bean casserole and dinner rolls and sweet potatoes and make gravy and get it all to come out perfect, and at the same time. It still boggles my mind that my Mom is able to instinctively know how to time her dishes just right so that they can be prepared and everything comes out perfectly. And without evening batting an eyelash.
But back in the day, my Mom and Grandmother were expected to know how to cook and they were kind of forced to learn, whether they wanted to or not. I, on the other hand, was never expected to cook, but I was generously allowed to cook and so therefore, I became entranced with the whole thing. So for her it was a necessity, and for me it’s a luxury for which I will always be grateful.
You should see us, when we have Thanksgiving at our house. Both me and my Mom have our favorite psychedlic 1960’s era aprons that we’ve had since I was a kid. My Dad’s 2 tasks, are to help put the leaf in the table and to go out to the pantry to retrieve the can of black olives for the relish tray.