Many Thanksgivings were spent traveling to our great aunt and uncle’s house in Adelanto, CA. I wrote a poem about our trips HERE.
This year I’m traveling to Southern California to be with my brother on Thanksgiving Day. I believe the last time we were together for Thanksgiving, he was in high school.
This brought up a discussion about favorite seasonal foods. It started with a question about what he’s like to have as a food from our childhood Thanksgivings. He responded mincemeat pie.
Mincemeat pie? I hate mincemeat pie. I honestly thought he’d say this dish:
Our Great Aunt Blanche made this dish every Thanksgiving since I remember. And when she couldn’t make it anymore, our mother made it. And now I make it. Autumn isn’t complete without it.
Surely my brother forgot about this delicious dish. So I texted him. “Hey, what about the Bleu-cheese-tomato-soup-cauliflower casserole?”
His response? “Eww, it’s the reason why I don’t eat cauliflower!”
Wow. It’s funny how our memory shapes us. I had no idea his distain for this dish and cauliflower. We haven’t been together for this holiday in over forty years so of course, the conversation never happened before now.
So I made the casserole last Sunday for book club. There wasn’t much left. But whenever I cook it the memories of Thanksgivings past return. The smell brings me back to that tiny kitchen. The hour long trip to the high desert, the adults preparing the food, and investigating all the treasures of their home flood my mind.
What Thanksgiving food memory do you have?