I hope everyone had a very fun and tasty Thanksgiving weekend. For those of you not in the States: it’s a marvelous holiday that still hasn’t been overly tarnished by commercialism. Friends and family meet for a meal, and that is what Thanksgiving is all about.
Our Thanksgiving was a happy marathon of seeing family and friends, drinking amazing wines, preparing and eating some seriously good food.
We try to observe and uphold tradition in our family and two things that are absolute necessity are Oysters Rockefeller and toys at the table.
We’ve progressed from hanging spoons on our noses to blowing up latex gloves and putting them on our heads, I really don’t know how to describe the mayhem that was caused by the walnuts with the condoms inside and there isn’t much that can top the hillbilly fake teeth, although this year’s fake mustaches and red wax lips were pretty hilarious. Picture a large table of food, mashed potatoes piled high, sweet potatoes covered in walnuts, juicy turkey, gravy, ok you get the picture. Everyone comes to the table and immediately dives for their red wax lips.
Although to be fair, the other cause of frenzy in our family is the Oyster Rockefeller feast. My cousin makes THE best oyster Rockefeller in the universe. Really.
Goes like this:
1) Procure a lot of oysters.
2) Wake up early on Turkey Day and scrub a lot of oysters. This is a labor of love, lots of cold water and grit.
3) Assemble shucking team in the basement, near the woodworking equipment.
4) Designated Swamp Girl and Cheese Girl must be in position.
Swamp is the mixture of chopped spinach, garlic, walnuts and sour cream that gets placed in precise amounts on top of the opened oyster.
Cheese Girl sprinkles the cheese on top of the swamp and takes care of oyster baking tray management.
5) Trays of oysters go into the oven until the oysters are bubbling hot.
6) Everyone gathers around, burning their fingers on the shells, and slurping
down the delicious contents.
The Saturday after Thanksgiving is developing into the Anti-Turkey festival. All the people who couldn’t gather on Thursday gather on Saturday for a lobster feast. Of course this involves the ritual of hypnotizing all of the lobsters so that they will be relaxed, happy and tender. This year, we were also treated to a truly outstanding ceviche, and I vote this gets added to the annual, traditional Anti-Turkey menu.
All of this is just my way of saying that I’m thankful, happy and grateful to have my family, to share laughter and to embrace tradition.