Coming from Southern California I was raised with the correct descriptor for that well-saged whitebread
crumb product that fills the cavernous void of a traditional holiday turkey – STUFFING.
My friends from the American South have tried to argue the appropriate term is DRESSING, which we all know is something you do to get ready for the day. No sage about it. But then, what do they know, they put chicken in theirs and use corn bread. Wrong on so many levels.
Okay – I’m half teasing. What do I know? Thanksgiving was always celebrated at a Restaurant, with fruit cocktail and nuts I never ate, and potatoes which made up for that, and hot apple cider with cinnamon sticks. Other than the nightmarish scene where my sister put her retainer in said same mashed potatoes, this was always the one occasion where everyone in my (we put the dys in functional) family chose to get along.
Let no one come between a fella and his bird. Dad was always in good spirits or had enough gin gimlet spirits he was in good humor, and usually my sister and I were on good behavior.
Which brings me to my point. Let’s call a moratorium on holiday squabbling. Let’s agree to disagree and recognize that probably no one is going to pick the last Thursday in November to have that much-needed change in political affiliation, few folks are going to undergo personality transplants, and we’re all probably just as weird as the next guy, one fork over.
So, c’mon. Get thankful. Celebrate the fact you have as many gathered around you willing to put up with you as you do. And if you find yourself on the lonesome side this holiday, I bet there’s someone else a little lonesome-er. Make some room in your heart and at your table. There’s always room for one more. And, pass the stuffing.
Check back tomorrow where I'll be covering the hotly debated topic: "How to Prepare a Thanksgiving Turkey"