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The (Funny) Brochure on Revisiting My Thanksgiving Memories
Thanksgiving with my family has always been a comedy of errors, with dry turkey and awkward conversations taking center stage. Remember those flavorless, obligatory meals at Grandma's? They're forever etched in my memory, alongside my mother's bizarre kitchen concoctions. This week I'm reminiscing about the tasteless chaos of past Thanksgivings and how I eventually discovered a savior in seasoning. It's a nostalgic journey filled with humor. You can live through anything if you can laugh about it, right?
As I finally braved my first Thanksgiving dinner in my own apartment, chaos greeted me like an old friend. Between an unexpected night at my boss's house thanks to a work emergency and the raw turkey battle in my new kitchen, holiday preparations were nothing short of a sitcom episode. Despite these challenges, I find moments of gratitude sprinkled throughout the madness, from my loving husband and furry companions to the freedom of pursuing my passions. Join me in reflecting on these blessings and the hilarity of holiday mishaps on this special episode of Only Child Diaries.
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Today we're revisiting my favorite, or one of my favorite episodes, talking about dysfunctional family Thanksgivings. Happy Thanksgiving everyone, especially if you're here in the States. When people ask me if I'm cooking for Thanksgiving, I have to immediately laugh. I'm not laughing at them. I'm laughing at a complete history of cooking disasters in my family Cooking nightmares, if you will, and a lifetime of eating disasters too. It took me many decades to realize that Thanksgiving didn't have to be icky or yucky. It could be something that you actually looked forward to. I think that this episode is some of my best comedic work and I hope that you'll enjoy it as much as I do. Thanks for listening and again, I hope this season brings you many great happy memories and many great fun, delicious dishes to eat. Happy Thanksgiving. Welcome to the Only Child Diaries podcast. I'm your host, trTacy Wallace. Have you ever felt like you didn't receive the how-to brochure on life, that you didn't get enough guidance about major life issues? So did I. You don't have to be an only child to feel this way. In my podcast, we'll explore some of the best ways to better navigate adulting, while doing so with humor and light. Welcome everyone to the Only Child Diaries podcast. In honor of Thanksgiving. I want to dedicate this episode to some of my favorite Thanksgiving stories.
Tracy:In general, thanksgiving started out as a kind of awkward holiday for us. Well me, when I look back on it and I compare it to what it could have been, I'm amazed I lived through it all First. A big part of Thanksgiving is food right, and I come from a long line of bad cooks. In general, I remember we ate out a lot. Some of the things my mom would make regularly included tater tot, casserole made with canned mushroom soup, tostadas made with Fritos as the base and other semi-horrific dishes. She seemed to choose the recipes in magazines that also advertised some high-calorie product to include. If we had vegetables, they were usually covered in cheese sauce or doused in dressing. The one healthy thing my mom insisted on was not using salt in anything or on anything. Of course, this didn't mean that we didn't buy high-sodium items. In fact, we didn't have salt in the house, and this was all I knew as an adult. I discovered the wonderful taste of salt and would enjoy sprinkling a lot of salt on a tortilla chip at a Mexican restaurant. Did I say sprinkled? I actually poured it on. Or how about popcorn at the movies. Oh, the simple joys of flavor.
Tracy:When I was a child, we usually ate Thanksgiving at my maternal grandmother's house and, looking back on it, this meal was a full culinary disaster A 9-1-1. We would eat one of the most flavorless dry turkeys I would ever encounter Because, again, there was no salt and I doubt anyone in this family knew about the word seasoning Spices. In our house and my grandmother's house, consisted of bay leaves and cinnamon. Do bay leaves actually do that much to a dish? Then we'd have stuffing made from a mix, mrs Cubison's, with chopped celery added into it. I think there were also chopped onions.
Tracy:I don't remember eating the stuffing that much because it just didn't seem appealing. There didn't seem to be much flavor in it. Yes, we would have salad, but it would be made with one of the whitest heads of iceberg lettuce you could ever find. If we were lucky and I stress the word lucky we had a small tomato chopped up in there. Homemade dressing, yes, mayo and ketchup combined. Yummy, oh dear. And the cheapest white flour rolls from the supermarket you could buy. Actually, I think sometimes they were just given away free. Canned gravy, canned green beans, instant mashed potatoes. Are you salivating yet? It's a wonder I ever wanted to eat again. The pumpkin pie with Cool Whip was probably the best thing about the meal. It's no wonder I have a sweet tooth. How could you possibly ruin a store-bought pumpkin pie, or even a frozen one? That would be difficult. Well, I guess you could burn the frozen one when you baked it. I wouldn't put it past us.
Tracy:I remember a lot of the time my grandfather we called my mom's father, papa would be cooking the turkey. I never saw him really cooking much else the rest of the year. There must have been a reason, but seriously, my grandmother wasn't very good in the kitchen either. She was really good at opening cans, though, either. She was really good at opening cans, though In between basting although there probably wasn't much of that since the turkey turned out so dry Papa and my dad would be watching football. It was one of the few times per year that these two men were together. I don't remember them getting along too badly or really incredibly well. It was almost like they were strangers in the same house together. I was either somewhere with my mom and grandmother or I was out in the backyard trying to get away from it all. This is why I guess I can't really recall any conversations between them. I know that my parents didn't get along too well with either set of in-laws. I found that out later, but when I was living through it it just seemed like cool tolerance. We would all sit down at the table and my mom would always say we have a lot to be thankful for, and then we would eat. I don't remember really eating that much or being too full, because seriously it wasn't that good. Then for Thanksgiving dinner we would drive over to my paternal grandparents house. I don't remember there ever being a tv in this house either, so we couldn't watch any of the holiday specials or even sports. I had to listen to the adults talk.
Tracy:These Pappy and Grandmother she was very formal were both slight and thin. Pappy was the one that cooked all the time. Surprisingly, I cannot ever recall seeing this grandmother even step foot in the kitchen. Well, nowadays we would probably call Pappy an alcoholic. He was always drinking and would also cook with wine or liqueur in almost everything, including the most heavily drenched rum pudding for dessert. You could imagine no pumpkin pie. Most years he put oranges on the table with whole cloves stuck in them for decoration. One year I tried to eat one, thinking it was really cinnamon. I was overwhelmed by the taste of the cloves. The whole experience was too much for the palate of a 10-year-old Just looking for a happy medium somewhere, going from cardboard to drunk gourmet.
Tracy:To say the holidays were an eating disappointment is an understatement. Christmas meals were about the same as Thanksgiving, except there were presents. Thanksgiving Except there were presents. Luckily, for New Year's we usually stayed at home when I was a child and ordered Chinese takeout. Imagine how giddy I was when, as an adult, I was finally invited to a friend's house for Thanksgiving who was a good cook or went to a restaurant for the holiday. After years of holiday food suffering, it was like a miracle Fresh food, full flavor. You actually wanted to ask for seconds, wanted to ask for seconds and I finally discovered I liked stuffing Good stuffing that is. Who knew? Because the food was always such a treat at my house and because the company was also so scintillating.
Tracy:One year I decided on my own to go down to the Skid Row area of downtown LA and help serve Thanksgiving dinner to the homeless. I signed up at one of the missions, the Fred Jordan mission to be exact. I was in college and when I told my mom I was surprised that she really had no idea why I wanted to do this. She was confused, frustrated, a little bit angry even I was like where did this reaction come from? My parents, but especially my mom, were some of the original codependents. They would often go out of their way to do for others. Why was this so confusing to her? I guess I was starting to realize, in part, my place in the world. I talked to my mom about how I'd hoped she would be proud of me for volunteering, not ashamed or upset. I would be back in plenty of time to eat dinner with them. When I was leaving the house that morning my mom was overly enthusiastic and I think trying to overcompensate for her initial reaction. She told me how proud she was of me and what a good thing I was doing.
Tracy:Honestly, it felt unnatural, it felt contrived, but I went with it. Well, the joke was kind of on me because the mission I went to had so many volunteers they didn't really need me. I stood around a lot and only had a few place settings to be responsible for. It was fairly lively because they had a stage and musical performers etc. But you would have to wait for a guest to finish eating and then clear the place and serve another guest. It went really slow. They had hundreds of people show up to eat but also hundreds of volunteers. I must have looked pretty bored or something, because even Willie Jordan, who was Fred Jordan's wife, came over and said she felt so bad for me that I looked sad. I wasn't sure exactly what I was supposed to look like. I was bored and tired of standing. I also didn't feel like I was being useful. It was one of my first real volunteer experiences when I had my store.
Tracy:I closed that day, of course, to observe the holiday, but I used Thanksgiving to get ready for Christmas. I didn't want to start putting out holiday decorations too early. So on Thanksgiving I made the wreath that hung in the store. Using branches from the redwood tree in our front yard, I crafted a big wreath it was at least three feet wide In place of a tree. It smelled good. For quite a while it smelled like a Christmas tree. Then there's the Thanksgiving story that I always used in job interviews. It never failed to impress my prospective employers.
Tracy:I was working for a fundraising consulting firm about 30 miles away from our house With the LA traffic. This sometimes meant it took me two hours to get home. We worked on a lot of public funding proposals for our clients. I talked about this in my last episode about becoming a fundraiser. Well, that seemed to be one of the main things that the junior associates, like myself, seemed to work on the most. Anyway, this one Thanksgiving, our firm was working on the same proposal for two different clients. It was quite a lengthy proposal. If you're familiar with public funding proposals, they consist of many, many forms. There's nothing wrong with government entities, except there's usually a lot of forms and a lot of questions that go along with anything done by the government Think about your tax returns. Anything done by the government Think about your tax returns. Then there are also the narrative questions that needed to be completed.
Tracy:My boss at the time, victoria, was great at what she did and I learned a lot from her. She was also very meticulous and everything that she did for her clients was very exacting. I mean, it was no wonder that she was successful. She was working on the proposal for one of her clients and I was working on the same proposal for another client. It was the night before Thanksgiving I'm not exactly sure when the due date was, but I think it was sometime that weekend or maybe the next Monday. But I think it was sometime that weekend or maybe the next Monday. We had email, but submissions still had to be in hard copy form and the hard copy submissions had to be in their hands by Monday.
Tracy:I remember that there was just so much work. We were both doing the best we could, but it got pretty late, like after midnight. We were both so tired. Since we still had work to do and I was so far from home, we decided I would go with her to her house and take a nap there and then come back with her in the morning. In the morning it was the morning and finish. So, yes, we went to her condo and for some reason I ended up sleeping in her dining room on the floor. I don't really remember, but I guess she didn't have a long enough sofa. I remember thinking, oh my god, what am I doing? But again, you do what you had to do for the client, right?
Tracy:When it started to get light, we got up and went back to the office to finish. Then I was finally on my way back home that time of the day. Luckily there wasn't much traffic. That was a plus. It was about 7 am. I'm just not a morning person, so this was pretty nasty morning person. So this was pretty nasty.
Tracy:So early, so bright. Yuck, bill and I had recently moved to a larger one-bedroom apartment from a studio apartment and now I had a full kitchen in which to cook. I had already bought the turkey and all the trimmings. I had been ambitious enough to sign up for cooking a full Thanksgiving meal for my then-boyfriend Bill and his brother. Well, at least I was up early and could get the turkey in the oven right. I had already struggled with the turkey, just dealing with the turkey.
Tracy:I'm not a vegetarian, but I still, to this day, am not too thrilled about handling and cooking any kind of raw meat. I'm a bit queasy about it all. I felt like I had a body in the refrigerator. Now I had to read the directions Open the wrapper directions. Open the wrapper, wash the bird, then pull the things out of the cavity. Are they serious? Who thought of this? Do we really need a turkey neck? Good grief, it's a slightly horrifying idea. I felt like a serial killer dealing with the parts of my victim. Is this really what people do every year. But I managed to get the body in the roasting pan Body and then in the oven.
Tracy:Then I realized I had forgotten to buy the green beans. I wanted to pretty much kill myself by now. But yes, I got back in the car and drove over to the market and miraculously they still had some fresh green beans. And then I went home and crashed into bed. I remember standing in line at the market to pay, thinking is this what people do when they make Thanksgiving dinner Again, like on the freeway, at least it wasn't crowded. Who is going to be at the market at 8 am on Thanksgiving morning? Only the losers like me, who forgot to buy something for their meals.
Tracy:One of the more disappointing parts about Thanksgiving is how going to the market for a quick trip turns into a logistical nightmare. Close to the holidays. There should be an express aisle for people who just forgot to buy one or two items. Even parking is a nightmare. It's like going to the mall before Christmas. I mean, people eat all year long. Why is it just so busy at Thanksgiving?
Tracy:When I woke up that day after staying up all night working, the last challenge I had was making gravy. I really didn't know what I was doing. I wanted to try to make it from scratch. You know flour and all. Now I was understanding why canned gravy was such an attractive thing. I managed to put something together, but I'm not sure it was really what you would call a culinary masterpiece. Still, I think I did better than my grandparents. The story about working into Thanksgiving went over very well with all of my future job interviews.
Tracy:I can tell you that this year I'm buying stuff to heat up Smoked turkey breast sides. It's still a lot of work. It's still buying things at a time when everyone else in the world decides they also want to buy the same thing. And because I'm just that weird, I like to try to make one dish. This year I might try to make a Brussels sprout side dish. That would be huge for me. Cooking anything is huge for me. Remember, I come from that long line of bad cooks. It's not in my genes. And then there's the scheduling of baking the frozen pie, because I can do pretty well with that, along with the biscuits, the ones that pop out at you. But yes, my biggest nightmare is that I'll have a ton of dirty dishes and no dishwasher, our house being built in the Jurassic period has counters that I've learned are too narrow to house a dishwasher. Things were just smaller back in the 40s.
Tracy:I guess I want to wish each of you a very happy Thanksgiving. No matter who we are, we always have a lot to be thankful for. I'm thankful each day for my husband, my animals and the ability to do the things that I want to do. Take care everybody. Every day is such a gift. If you like this episode, please follow the Only Child Diaries podcast on Apple Podcasts or other platforms you might listen on. Consider rating only child diaries and writing a review. It helps others to find us. Please share it with a friend you think might like it as well. Visit my Instagram page only child diaries or Facebook only child diaries podcast. Thanks for listening. I'm Tracy Wallace and these are the Only Child Diaries.