After lighting the menorah for the
second night of Chanukah we enjoyed a wonderful holiday dinner for
Thanksgivukkah – my daughter deep-fried a turkey to combine the traditional
Thanksgiving turkey dinner and the celebration of the miracle of the Hanukkah
oil. She served several other “cross-over” dishes as well. The meal began with matzoh
ball soup, followed by tossed salad, sweet potato flavored noodle kugel, mashed
sweet potatoes with horseradish, green beans almondine, corn, challah-bread
stuffing, potato latkes, and mixed cranberry and apple tzimmes. It was
What was most spectacular was the
evening’s company. It was just eight of us (my daughter and son-in-law, son and
future daughter-in-law, my daughter and her husband, and his sister and
brother-in-law), a perfect family dinner and the first Thanksgiving in my
daughter and son-in-law’s new home. Seated at the long table in the newly
decorated dining room with the table full of steaming dishes – we all wanted a
picture. My son set up a tripod with his camera and set it on timer so we would
all be in the photo. The timer worked - repeatedly. By the time the camera
flashed five or six times we were all laughing hysterically as my son slow-mo’d around the table to stop the photography.
Dinner done, we sat around the
table for desserts, coffee and conversation. It was an evening of fun, warmth, laughter
and, of course, good food. Thanksgivukkah, the combined observance of Chanukah
and Thanksgiving, won’t happen for another 77-thousand years – long after we
will all be around.
And what am I so thankful for this
Thanksgiving (and actually every day)? So glad that you asked. I’m thankful for
my family and the wonderful memories and laughter we share every day.
...by the way, this Sunday my son and future daughter-in-law will be hosting "Turkey-Done Day" (my family will do anything for a party, lol)!
In my novel Courage of the Heart, Davie Prescott comes from a big and close family and every holiday
was celebrated in grandiose style:
dinners were always a monumental event in her family and especially since her
cousin and her new husband had just gotten back from their honeymoon, the
family went all out this year. She seemed to remember that last year they had
some special reason to go all out then too, just like the year before.
she was little, she remembered helping her mother prepare wonderfully delicious
Thanksgiving dishes. She loved the baking most of all, fresh apple pies,
delicious cornbread and pumpkin muffins – her mouth watered just thinking about
it. Her mom and all her aunts, and sometimes even her uncles, helped to make a
cooperative feast that she was sure rivaled any that the Pilgrims might have
even dreamed of. Even now, long after her mom was no longer around to make any
contributions, the dinner was still a huge ceremony. Everyone agreed though
that the sweet potato pie was never as good as Laura used to make.
She was put on the bus for the trip back home
with a carton of plastic containers filled with leftovers. Luckily the bus was
near empty, so the cardboard box had its own seat for the ride.