Try as I might, I was never able to revive my father's Thanksgiving tradition. It's not that my husband wouldn't partake - he'd eat snails in black bean sauce over turkey anytime. For one thing, Hop Kee is no longer that hole-in-the-ground restaurant with really authentic cooking - it's long since been blown out of the water. You'd be lucky to get a table in under forty minutes on a Tuesday - forget Thanksgiving.
Which brings me to the other thing. In New York at least, it seems Thanksgiving is a day to eat out. Back in my day, only the Chinese restaurants were open for business. Now, not only are most restaurants open, you have to reserve in advance to dine on their special Thanksgiving fanfare.
Ah, no thanks.
Thanksgiving, according to what my boys have been reciting from school, is for showing appreciation for what we have.
I looked at them proudly and commended them for bringing that lesson home.
"And what do we have that we should be appreciative of?" I asked, expecting them to say something noble like family, friends or even less noble like a DSI.
"Americans!" The Air Head said.
"Zuki...we are Americans."
Then the little guy piped up. "Canned food!"
Guess that means I could start a new tradition of serving Chef Boyardee for Thanksgiving?
Wishing you and your family the best and only Thanksgiving of 2011.
|Art by Isamu (Russo not Noguchi)|