Social Media is asking: What Thanksgiving foods do you like best, or dislike?
I like all Thanksgiving foods except the traditional green bean casserole made from frozen or canned French cut green beans, mixed with canned mushroom soup and topped with canned French fried onions, then baked. Sends shivers up my spine thinking about it. Not good chill bumps.
I moved to northeastern coastal Florida three years ago and was introduced to traditional Southern green beans and bacon. In someone’s momma’s or grandmomma’s house, it’s often sauteed in a cast iron skillet and they scrape the sides of the skillet to get all that bacon goodness. I love that. I make a lower calorie version all the time with packaged fat reduced real bacon bits. Love it. Green beans seem to go well with bacon.
There are so many great ways to eat green beans.
When I lived in Brooklyn, NYC, we frequently ate green beans sauteed in extra virgin olive oil with garlic. In Italian neighborhoods, everyone’s momma and grandma made this and they scraped the sides of the frying pan too to get all the flavor.
Cooking is fun. It must be. Millions watch cooking shows with regularity. In fact more watch cooking shows than actually cook.
One of the things I loved about my childhood was sitting down at the dinner table which we did every night. I particularly loved the holiday table at my grandmother’shouse. It was so comfy, Uncle John told the funniest stories, and the food was great. There’s really nothing quite as good as the aromas coming out of a kitchen when a home cooked meal is being prepared. When you’ve eaten a good home cook’s Sunday friend chicken with homemade mashed potatoes and gravy, Kentucky Fried Chicken just doesn’t cut it.
I recently read that in 1900 the average American family ate only 2% of meals out of the home. By 2010 Americans ate 50% of their meals out of the home. When they were home eating “together” it was quite usual for each family member to microwave their own frozen meal. If they actually sat down at the table together with their individual nuked food, it would be for less than 20 minutes.
I cook. I love to stand in front of the stove and stir what I’ve got simmering in a pot. I love to open the oven to check on my baked chicken and revel in the garlic and onion aromas wafting over my kitchen and into the rest of the house. That’s wonderful and pleasurable to me. Sitting down at a set table and eating a well prepared, home cooked meal is pretty close to heavenly. It warms the cockles of my heart hearing: “I’ll have another helping of sweet potatoes” or “Wow, these carrots are good, can I have more?” or “pass the grated cheese.”
I could tell you studies show that kids who regularly sit down to a meal with their families are more well-adjusted than kids who don’t. I could point to research suggesting children who eat at home with their families have better grades and get into less trouble. I could ask you if you knew eating meals at home protects girls from anorexia and bulimia. But what I really want to tell you is how much fun it is to eat together. How great it is to cook together in the kitchen, and carry the platters out to the table.
Watching cooking on TV is fun. I do it all the time. But cooking at your own stove is more fun. Trust me. Shopping at the supermarket should be a wonderful sensory experience. There are red, round, ripe tomatoes waiting to be sliced and added to a sandwich. Yum. Anyone can do that. There’s a package of chop meat that would make a few hamburgers to share with family and friends and they won’t taste like the cardboard burgers you get at a fast food place. Put it on a good roll you got in the bakery section and plop one of those fresh cut tomato slices on it. Then eat! Eat! Enjoy the people at the table eating with you. After all, community starts at the dinner table.