Tuesday, November 20, 2012
My husband Alex doesn't like turkey. My kids and grandkids don't like turkey. I don't like "dressing". I don't like mashed potatoes. I don't like pumpkin pie. And I hate green bean casseroles.
Alex is Navajo and he has "issues" with celebrating this particular holiday. Oh he's thankful enough, but the problem is, white guys came and took the Indians land and killed off huge portions of their population. (Sometimes Alex just can't take the tommy hawk out of his pocket.)
So this year, we are drinking margaritas and tequila shots and Corona beers. Then we are dining on home-made tamales, Navajo tacos, rice and beans. (Navajo tacos require Navajo fry bread and I have the recipe for Alex to make. He's the Navajo, not me.)
I have no idea if this dinner will be successful or not. But I look at the bright side, if we drink enough, we won't know one way or the other.
My son and his wife and their 4 kids are not going to join us. They think what we are doing is just too extreme. My daughter and her Persian family love the idea of a turkey-less Thanksgiving, as my daughter shares my view that handling those big naked birds is disgusting. I hate reaching inside the thing to pull out those nasty innards. A cooked turkey does not upset me, but a dead naked turkey turns my stomach.
We will play some Native American flute music by "Tree" Cody, Alex's uncle. I can probably also round up some Mexican music. And we will do the Mexican Hat Dance.
Next year we may have a "Turkey Day". I will find Turkish recipes and traditional Turkish costumes. I have one of those funny little round hats already so I figure I can't go too far wrong.
Happy Thanksgiving, y'all!