{"id":215,"date":"2011-11-27T09:31:03","date_gmt":"2011-11-27T14:31:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.2soar.info\/word\/?p=215"},"modified":"2011-11-27T09:31:03","modified_gmt":"2011-11-27T14:31:03","slug":"dinner-with-friends","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ordinarylegacy.com\/word\/2011\/11\/27\/dinner-with-friends\/","title":{"rendered":"Dinner with Friends"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Is it too obvious to start a monthly post about food on Thanksgiving?\u00a0 Over the past few months I\u2019ve had the pleasure of having dinner with friends (on completely different occasions) and it occurred to me that each of these dinners had that legacy feel about them.\u00a0 But what was it?\u00a0 The food?\u00a0 The company?\u00a0 The feeling of dinners past?\u00a0 What?<\/p>\n

So it got me thinking (I know\u2026what doesn\u2019t get me thinking) why not explore dinner with friends as yet another form of Ordinary Legacy.\u00a0 Why not explore not only my experiences but yours?\u00a0 Tell me about your dinner with friends that had a legacy feel to it and we\u2019ll write it up and post it for all to share.<\/p>\n

As for Thanksgiving dinner, I cooked.\u00a0 I haven\u2019t cooked in a few years and it was bitter sweet.\u00a0 I decided to change up the menu to accommodate those who are no longer with us.\u00a0 It just seemed too hard to sit and enjoy someone\u2019s favorite foods when they are no longer with us to enjoy it too.<\/p>\n

So does switching up garlic mashed with scalloped potatoes, simply because you know you\u2019ll never make them as good as Honey, constitute breaking tradition or is it an accommodation of love and respect?\u00a0 Does it make it harder or easier to get through the meal? Does buying a fresh turkey and having the butcher cut it into parts buck tradition also?\u00a0 If you\u2019ve lost your cooking partner and have the lone responsibility\u2026screw tradition.\u00a0 Working a day ahead, making the stock (with all those extra pieces), preparing the dressing, roasting the brussel sprouts (for saut\u00e9ing on the day of) and baking the sweet potatoes isn\u2019t bucking its therapeutic and cathartic.\u00a0 It gives you the privacy to discuss things with those who are no longer here to make sure they are alright with it and to listen for anything dropping in the house that would indicate they\u2019re not.\u00a0 All went well; I didn\u2019t burn myself, drop anything, or hear anything to indicate otherwise.<\/p>\n

The irony of switching mashed for scalloped is that my paternal grandmother (otherwise known as Grandmamma\u2026) used to make them on the few occasions she cooked holiday dinners.\u00a0She wasn\u2019t exactly the warm and fuzzy grandmother, more restrained and aloof.\u00a0 So while I\u2019m honoring Honey, am I insulting my father?\u00a0 Who the hell knows?<\/p>\n

The important thing is not really the food but those seated at your table.\u00a0 Thankfully, I have my mother and my sister.\u00a0 Together we welcome our friends, the Mandelbaum-Scott family, and we dine together all thinking to ourselves I wish\u2026\u2026were here to enjoy this feast.\u00a0 Then we eat and enjoy each other\u2019s company,\u00a0with those we miss safely tucked back in our memories.\u00a0 It was a wonderful new Thanksgiving.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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