Admittedly, today's Thanksgiving dinner is more manageable than those gone by. With only my husband and two sons, dinner becomes a stress-free, fancy celebration for all we’re thankful to have in our lives without worrying about satisfying the masses. I did end up making three desserts even for just us: Pumpkin Crumble Pie, Pear and Pastry Cream-filled Cream Puffs glazed in chocolate, and Apple-filled Puff Pastry Pockets. So, we’ll all jog around the table after dinner.
Growing up, there were aunts, uncles, cousins, assorted drop-in friends. It seems that these days, everyone has cocooned into their individual families, and the big-deal dinners are but a distant memory. Mom would be in the kitchen on the eve of a holiday most likely setting the table, polishing the few pieces of silver that she owned, or finishing the manicotti. The good china would adorn the table, or tables, depending on the head count.
Yes, as I’ve mentioned in earlier posts, there was a huge antipasto, soup—most likely, Little Meatball Soup—homemade manicotti or stuffed shells, “The Turkey”, maybe even a roast since “you never know,” potatoes, vegetables, several desserts, nuts, and fruit. We’d sit at the table literally all day. I call Italians: Marathon Eaters. We know good food, and we know how to savor it. It’s all about the food and the company.
So, to all of you out there, I wish you a blessed holiday filled with loving reflections of warm memories and promises of greater times to come.