Around here, Thanksgiving is not exactly traditional. We started with a potluck the weekend before with a group of dear friends, who we know through many different networks, but are held together by a common meditation practice. It was so lovely because it felt like the food had all been prepared with such love and consciousness. Unlike the Thanksgiving dinners of my own childhood, this left me feeling pleasantly satiated, but not over-stuffed and lethargic.
This year, we joined a winter apple club through a local orchard, which means we get a huge box of organic apples at the beginning of every month. And don't forget, we also went apple picking this fall. Lots of apples this year!
So, our fall menu has included things like dried apples, apple celery salad, snacks of apples and cheese, and for the potluck, I brought pumpkin apple soup and apple strudel from this month's Veg News magazine.
On the actual day of Thanksgiving, it was just T. and me, as the kids spent the day with their dad's family. I wanted to use as much from our fall garden as possible (which I'm happy to report is really doing quite well). So I made a version of this turnip soup, using turnips from the garden and substituting one third of the turnips with Jerusalem artichokes, also from the garden. It was fantastic. I also made a salad with lettuce and baby kale and Swiss chard from the garden. Not to mention a loaf of apple bread.
The day after was our day to celebrate with the kids. Our tradition is actually to go out for Ethiopian food, for something completely different. It's great food to share and linger over as we catch up on each other's lives. We then went to choose our tree. T. and I had agreed to get a smaller tree, to avoid the tree falling-over debacle of last year (don't ask). T. pulled out a 3-foot tall tree that looked more like a bush. The rest of us vetoed it, through much laughter, and found one that's more like 6 feet tall (we used to go for 8 or 9 foot tall trees). We were able to get it up, with a relative minimum of swearing. (I can't be the only one whose Christmas tree tradition typically includes swearing, can I?)
And then we had hot chocolate and...more apples! Specifically, apple tart with caramel sauce. Oh my goodness, this was amazing.
Finally, our weekend feasting ended with dinner at the home of dear friends, who made a big green salad, Thai-inspired soup with tofu, red curry, carrots, lemongrass, and coconut milk, a rice pilaf, and butternut squash.
A lovely holiday weekend of feasting on food, family, friends...