This year I’m going to fully document the gluttony that is the Gavin/Flitter Thanksgiving “weekend” (it’s really more the better part of a week: Wednesday – Saturday). As a teaser, below I reveal nearly a decade of historical testaments to the gut. Each year, my mother and her sister gather to craft an exquisite and entirely homemade feast. No attention to detail is too small.
2002 – While the feasting and plates like this go back for decades prior, it was only in 2002 with the purchase of my first DLSR that I started recording the spoils. Notice not only the large number of dishes, where everything is made from scratch (including cranberry sauce, stuffing, etc), but the carefully planed color coordination.
2003 – No two years are the same. Peas make an appearance in the green vegetable category. Dishes do repeats. For example, my mother’s incredibly delicious cranberry sauce, which has citrus, ginger, and cayenne added to the cranberries. There is a tongue searing zing to the stuff.
2004 – Asparagus and beets make an appearance.
2005 – A different salad, and the beets become a regular guest.
2007 – Brocoli Rabe comes onboard.
2008 – This year was the odd man out, although no less delicious. My son was born just a week before in California, and so we hosted. My aunt wasn’t able to make it and so my mother had to shoulder the load alone. No problems with the cooking, and we heard the East Coast feast went on strong too, but it just wasn’t the same without the whole gang. However, in honor of sunny California, the salad went frisse and apples. Oh, and my father and I, unaware that my new European gas BBQ had a thermometer labeled in Celsius, cooked a 20 something pound turkey in a record 2 hours.
2009 – The entire gang returned to Philly for the usual reenactment. The fare was as sumptuous as ever!
And the 2012 plate!
Just so you can appreciate what the spread looks like, here is 2009’s fare before being plated.
And in case you thought deserts were neglected. Just two of the fabulous array. The “rustic apple tart.”
And my mother’s incomparable homemade pecan pie.
And last but not least: the Chefs! My mother on the right, my aunt on the left.