|Beautiful, Lovely Aunt Irene|
Taking a well deserved break from cooking. Dig the sweat band!
When I was about 12, our old neighbors bought a house in Northern Arizona, in Prescott. And for years after that we spend Thanksgiving with them. These were some of my very best Thanksgiving memories. The best years, of course, were when we would wake up to snow Thanksgiving morning. Growing up in Phoenix, this was a big, big deal. But more than the snow was the whole weekend in the house with all the leftovers. Thanksgiving seemed to last for days there. And it seems like we had pie at every single meal. Of course, pie for breakfast on Black Friday is a tradition I still observe....
When I was in college in Tucson, my folks moved to Rhode Island. That first year I spent Thanksgiving with them, but after that it just wasn't financially feasible to fly for both Thanksgiving and Christmas, so for a while, I was on my own. Rather than resenting it, it gave me such freedom! As an adult child, I knew I had options. I could always spend the holiday with my parents, but I was free to stay with friends, travel, etc. The world was my oyster stew.....
Two important things came out of my childhood Thanksgivings, for me. One was that I view Thanksgiving as a very flexible holiday. Some years we travel. Some years we visit family. Some years we stay home and invite everyone we know. The second thing? I'll get to that at the end of this post.
|My step-dad also enjoys when my mom and I cook together.|
He just had to take this photo before breakfast one year....
The second thing that came out of my childhood Thanksgivings ties into so much of my past. The love of regional food. The glory of the leftovers, and the need for a little something from my childhood. This, my friends, brings me to my favorite use of leftover turkey. My mom's turkey tacos. This will be the rare recipe on my site that doesn't celebrate local ingredients (although I encourage you to source your turkey locally) but it does make good use of quality ingredients on hand, while allowing you to enjoy the holiday weekend. And you know what else? It's fresh tasting. No gravy. No heavy - nice and crunchy, which is a nice break from the hot and mushy of Thanksgiving, frankly.
|Best. Leftovers. Ever.|
I hope you all enjoy the upcoming holiday, however you spend it.