Thanksgiving is one of those holidays. Celebrated in America as a day of thanks for the things we are lucky to have, it is based on the story of some of the first pioneers to come to America and their feast with the local indigenous people at the end of harvest time and after a deadly first winter.
American tradition dictates that a turkey be cooked for Thanksgiving. Experts concede that there was probably more seafood and vegetables than turkey at the first Thanksgiving but turkey, bread “stuffing”, pureed pumpkin pie, and jellied cranberries are now considered “traditional” fare.
I asked Menchu last week what she would like to have for our Thanksgiving meal, figuring it would be about time to start shopping for a fresh turkey and the other staple foods.
She surprised me by saying, “Chicken.”
“Chicken! What kind of chicken?”
“The chicken from Safeway (supermarket).”
“You mean the rotisserie chicken they sell in the plastic tubs?”
“Yeah sure! It would be easier than cooking!”
So there it is. Our official break with tradition. A different Thanksgiving dinner: rotisserie chicken. Menchu is also making buko pie which is one of my favorite desserts.
Now I’m not much of a traditionalist or a sentimentalist so chicken and buko pie for Thanksgiving is actually fine with me (I always look forward to buko pie) but I’ll wager that suggesting such a radical departure from tradition in some households would cause problems.
How about it? When cultures collide, how do you compromise?
Oh and Happy Thanksgiving to you all!
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