The other day Sarah was talking about how much she loves reading Thanksgiving and Christmas menus, and I must admit this is also one of my guilty pleasures. One of my favorite things about my copy of Edna Lewis’s Taste of Country Cooking are the menus, just the other night I was reading them out loud to Erik at the dinner table while we talked about what we should have for Christmas Eve dinner. She eats Oyster Stew for Chrismas Eve, just like my parents, and she doesn’t have Thanksgiving Dinner, for some odd reason, but check out this menu for Christmas Dinner:
Roast Chicken with Dressing
Whipped White Potatoes
Steamed Wild Watercress
Lima Beans in Cream
Spiced Seckel Pears
Sweet Cucumber Pickles
Hot Mince Pie
Persimmon Pudding with Clear Sauce
Coconut Layer Cake
Caramel Fudge and Chocolate Fudge
Bowl of Oranges, Raisins, Brazil Nuts, Almonds
Holy cats, I don’t really think that’s enough desserts for Christmas dinner, do you?
But seriously, forget Thanksgiving, someday I want to cook THAT.
I also have two other “someday I’m going to cook that” meals.
The picnic from Best Friends for Frances:
Hard-boiled eggs and whole fresh tomatoes. Carrot and celery sticks.There are some cream cheese- and chive sandwiches, I think and cream cheese and jelly sandwiches too, and salami-and egg and pepper- and egg- sandwiches.Cole slaw and potato chips and of course Ice-cold root beer packed in ice, and watermelon and strawberries and cream for dessert…
And the fair dinner from Farmer Boy:
At last he and Father got places at the long table in the dining-room. Everyone was merry, talking and laughing, but Almanzo simply ate. He ate ham and chicken and turkey, and dressing and cranberry jelly; he ate potatoes and gravy, succotash, baked beans and boiled beans and and opnions, and white bread and and rye ‘n’ injun bread, and sweet pickles and jam and preserves. Then he drew a long breath, and he ate pie.
When he began to eat pie, he wished he had eaten nothing else. He ate a piece of pumpkin pie and a piece of custard pie, and he ate almost a piece of vinegar pie. He tried a piece of mince pie, but could not finish it. He just couldn’t do it. There were berry pies and and cream pies and vinegar pies and raisin pies, but he could not eat any more.
For Thanksgiving, we are going old school this year.
So we’re having:
Overpriced turkey, stuffing which I am not making, mashed potatoes, rosemary rolls, both kinds of cranberry sauce from a can, green salad (maybe?) with homemade ranch dressing, ambrosia salad (my favorite thing), brussels sprouts with pancetta, yams which someone else is also making, and pumpkin pie which Eli and I are making from a pumpkin, as per his request.
And probably some kind of beverage.
I am actually more excited about the table setting than I am about the food, so look forward to a scintillating post on that very soon.
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