What's For Dinner, When Every Day's A Feast? - November 16, 2009
About twenty five years ago, my oldest niece dated a young man from County Cork in Ireland. He was here in East Tennessee, attending veterinary school at the University of Tennessee, Knoxville. Dennis was the son of a hired man on a pig farm in Ireland. His dream was to become a horse doctor at a big race track. I haven't seen Dennis for several years and I don't know whether he realized his race track ambition or not, but I do know that he graduated from the UT Veterinary School and the pig farmer's son became a doctor.
I remember the first time I laid eyes on Dennis and his brothers. I saw them in Hill's Department Store, in Knoxville. At first encounter, I didn't realize that my niece was with these three strange looking fellows...strange because they all looked as if they had walked straight out of the 1800's--wooly, highwater pants with suspenders, newsboy caps and the pastiest, whitest complexions I'd ever seen. Fascinated and curious, I did my best to stare inconspicuously, but then, to my surprise, who should walk up and join them but my niece,
C----? I couldn't believe it! Where on earth, I wondered, did C----find these three guys?
Well, C----- was also a student at UT. She met Dennis there and was dating him. When I saw them at Hill's, the brothers were visiting Dennis and trying to figure out how they could stay in the states too. C----- introduced me to her three new friends. Lovely, lilting accents and manners. And actually, not bad looking, if you could get past the pallor and Victorian garb.
All three of these young men were quite taken with the abundance of junk at Hill's (out of business for some years now, but rather like a big dollar store when they were operating.) For three poor, country, Irish boys, the whole place was a wonderland. But the cheap trinkets at Hill's, I found out, paled in comparison to the wonderland of Kroger's Grocery Store. When Dennis saw Kroger's he thought he'd been transported to the land of milk and honey. The abundance and variety of food was overwhelming!
Dennis said that when he first arrived in the U.S., he could not believe it when he heard people asking, "What's for dinner?" Seems like a pretty ordinary question, right? Not to Dennis. That was a question he never heard back home. Why? Seems like the dinner menu never varied. Dinner was unfailingly pork, cabbage, potatoes, bread and tea. That was it, every day of the year. I began to understand the pasty, white complexions!
How different it is here!
I cook a lot. In fact, three meals a day. Breakfast for my kids, lunch for my husband and me, and dinner for all four of us. And my never ending dilemma is, "What shall I cook?" Seems like no sooner do we finish one meal than I have to start thinking about the next one. Too many choices? All that deciding, planning, shopping and cooking....sometimes it feels like a burden. I guess it's a burden I'm lucky to have.
And so my inner dialogue goes: Should I shop out of my well stocked freezer or hit the stores? Kroger's for lamb? Food City for fish? J&M's for prime beef or all natural chicken? Rice, polenta or potatoes? What kind of salad greens....or should I make slaw? Veggies, frozen or fresh from Mickey's? Milk or juice? You get my drift.....the choices, decisions and combinations are endless. And I AM thankful, really I am.
And so, I approach the feast of Thanksgiving, planning what to cook, but knowing that Thanksgiving is really not that different than most other days in this rich country--the majority of Americans sit down to what most of humanity would deem a feast just about every day. I thank the good Lord that no one in my family is hungry. In fact, we're a little too well fed, and our complexions are plenty rosy.
At this moment, I'm sitting at my computer, drinking my Black Silk coffee. It's about 8:33 a.m. in these beautiful Cumberland Mountains, the sun is shining on golden leaves outside my window and I'm thinking, "What shall I cook for dinner tonight?" It's decision time again....should I start thawing something from the freezer or opt for a trip to the grocery store later? It's a nice dilemma to have.
And hey, what's for dinner at your house tonight?
I remember the first time I laid eyes on Dennis and his brothers. I saw them in Hill's Department Store, in Knoxville. At first encounter, I didn't realize that my niece was with these three strange looking fellows...strange because they all looked as if they had walked straight out of the 1800's--wooly, highwater pants with suspenders, newsboy caps and the pastiest, whitest complexions I'd ever seen. Fascinated and curious, I did my best to stare inconspicuously, but then, to my surprise, who should walk up and join them but my niece,
C----? I couldn't believe it! Where on earth, I wondered, did C----find these three guys?
Well, C----- was also a student at UT. She met Dennis there and was dating him. When I saw them at Hill's, the brothers were visiting Dennis and trying to figure out how they could stay in the states too. C----- introduced me to her three new friends. Lovely, lilting accents and manners. And actually, not bad looking, if you could get past the pallor and Victorian garb.
All three of these young men were quite taken with the abundance of junk at Hill's (out of business for some years now, but rather like a big dollar store when they were operating.) For three poor, country, Irish boys, the whole place was a wonderland. But the cheap trinkets at Hill's, I found out, paled in comparison to the wonderland of Kroger's Grocery Store. When Dennis saw Kroger's he thought he'd been transported to the land of milk and honey. The abundance and variety of food was overwhelming!
Dennis said that when he first arrived in the U.S., he could not believe it when he heard people asking, "What's for dinner?" Seems like a pretty ordinary question, right? Not to Dennis. That was a question he never heard back home. Why? Seems like the dinner menu never varied. Dinner was unfailingly pork, cabbage, potatoes, bread and tea. That was it, every day of the year. I began to understand the pasty, white complexions!
How different it is here!
I cook a lot. In fact, three meals a day. Breakfast for my kids, lunch for my husband and me, and dinner for all four of us. And my never ending dilemma is, "What shall I cook?" Seems like no sooner do we finish one meal than I have to start thinking about the next one. Too many choices? All that deciding, planning, shopping and cooking....sometimes it feels like a burden. I guess it's a burden I'm lucky to have.
And so my inner dialogue goes: Should I shop out of my well stocked freezer or hit the stores? Kroger's for lamb? Food City for fish? J&M's for prime beef or all natural chicken? Rice, polenta or potatoes? What kind of salad greens....or should I make slaw? Veggies, frozen or fresh from Mickey's? Milk or juice? You get my drift.....the choices, decisions and combinations are endless. And I AM thankful, really I am.
And so, I approach the feast of Thanksgiving, planning what to cook, but knowing that Thanksgiving is really not that different than most other days in this rich country--the majority of Americans sit down to what most of humanity would deem a feast just about every day. I thank the good Lord that no one in my family is hungry. In fact, we're a little too well fed, and our complexions are plenty rosy.
At this moment, I'm sitting at my computer, drinking my Black Silk coffee. It's about 8:33 a.m. in these beautiful Cumberland Mountains, the sun is shining on golden leaves outside my window and I'm thinking, "What shall I cook for dinner tonight?" It's decision time again....should I start thawing something from the freezer or opt for a trip to the grocery store later? It's a nice dilemma to have.
And hey, what's for dinner at your house tonight?