November 23, 2007

• Day of the Dead Turkey

  Well, Thanksgiving was an experience. As you might remember, I was invited to some friends' house. Joe is American -- born and raised. Debbie is from Argentina but moved here when she was 8. Raquel is 4 and Lucas is almost 3. They are completely bilingual.

  Joe is the domestic of the house. He planned on cooking Vietnamese for Thanksgiving. I guess it has to do with growing up and people completely gorging themselves on the traditional feast. But he sliced his finger open on an olive oil bottle that turned out to be already leaky when he bought it. He had to have emergency surgery to attach the ligament on Wed. (Hearing about it gave me the willies). Anyway, Debbie and I ended up cooking under Joe's supervision. We had Lemon Grass Chicken, spring rolls (meat, noodles, peppers, and lettuce wrapped in rice paper), Egg Drop Soup, tea, almond cookies, etc. I couldn't make a stitch of it again to save my life. I just followed directions.

  Debbie's mom was in from Houston. Joe's parents and brother came from somewhere else in IL. I heard stories of about how Debbie and Joe met and Joe's dramatic cousin Erin.

  Instead of calling it Thanksgiving, Joe taught the children to call it (in Spanish) "Day of the dead turkey."

  So, it was all together unlike any Thanksgiving I've ever experienced before!

   

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