Every meal with, or en route to, family has a purpose, because it’s part of the larger narrative, the timeless story about people gathering together to eat and celebrate. So here’s mine:
The Gourmet Non-Cook and I started with meatloaf and Caesar salad at the counter of the Original General Store in Pittsfield (a Vermont Fresh Network member) en route to Goshen, NY. We made it in time for family dinner before the big day: Aunt Betsy’s chicken chili, with cornbread and laughter.
Thanksgiving: Coffee and a hard roll to fuel up. A 21-pound turkey from Tangletown Farm, brined overnight in a cooler in the garage and enjoyed with my sweetie’s mother, brother, aunts, cousins–a family with whom I was grateful to be gathered. Later, apple crisp, pumpkin cheesecake, and cinnamon ice cream from Strafford Organic Creamery–though I’m not sure how I ate another bite.
Black Friday: goodbye to her family via Joe Fix Its; we picked up rugelach and flourless chocolate cake from the Goshen Gourmet Cafe next door, to take to mine. Mole polle y nino en vuelta on Arthur Avenue with mom and sis and bro-in-law, then a stop down the street at Mike’s Deli in the Italian market for prosciutto and parmesan and salad fixings. Helped my sis make turkey rice soup–while leaving enough leftovers for sandwiches, of course.
Saturday: A breeze through the Union Square Greenmarket holiday market (no food, but a beautiful spice stall) en route to Chinatown, where we ate Pho and Vietnamese dumplings at Nha Trang on Baxter Ave. Visited the Buddhist temple and the Chinese groceries before heading to Babycakes for gluten free doughnuts and chocolate chip cookies.
All good things must come to an end: Turkey sandwiches for the road, and a vanilla latte at the Haymarket Cafe in Northhampton, Mass, were a gentle ending to a weekend of good food with family and friends. May I always remember to be as grateful for food and family as I was this weekend!