The things that made thanksgiving awesome this year are about as diverse as the people who sat around our table(s).
There is magic in my mothers kitchen, or maybe it’s in her hands, likely it’s in both. My parents built their kitchen from handmade (by their own hands) adobe bricks, 30 pounds a piece. There are scavenged river rocks in diamond patterns stuck into the cement floor. I watched my Dad polish the granite that makes part of our counter, and assemble the wooden cabinets in his shop downstairs. Vegetables from the garden, bottles of homemade jam, and bread from our wood fired brick oven are always present, or so it seems. Off the kitchen is a room facing the south with an entire wall of windows, they heat the bricks that make the walls of our kitchen. It’s always warm. I can’t imagine a better place to have grown up.
mole (mo lay) is Turkey’s soul mate. We always have Mexican foods in our thanksgiving. This year the Mexicanity was represented by mole, turkey, and cumin and lime sweet potatoes.
We were honored to have 3 amazing guests from China at our table this thanksgiving. They came to us with my dads parents to experience a legitimate American Thanksgiving. We had friends and neighbors, cousins, grandparents.. it was really perfect.
China Mexico
Thanksgiving
Chinexicaniving.
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