My mother is an excellent cook.
Every year, I eagerly await Thanksgiving — after my birthday, it is my favorite holiday (and one of a precious few I celebrate). I love my mother’s homemade stuffing, the delicious turkey, our even more delicious Nigerian foods — because what is an American holiday without okra, egusi, fufu, or rice? — and for the past several years, I have delighted in bringing people over for Thanksgiving.
My family is a small one: five people. None of us children have married or had children or brought significant others over, and it’s unlikely that will ever change. But I like novelty and food and sharing, so I began bringing people over to taste delicious, authentic Nigerian food, in exchange for livening up our family holiday. *evil laugh* It has been one of the best things I’ve ever done!
It has been such a treat to expose Japanese exchange students to the proper way to eat fufu, and see how a rural American approaches a spread of unknown eats. This year, I’ve got a repeat visitor from last year — my friend with an international background of her own is coming back for another go at my mother’s delicious selections, and a new visitor with his own international background is going to take a stab at our spread.
It’s definitely a politically charged holiday, but my takeaway from Thanksgiving is that every culture needs a feast day. Besides celebrating the ability to feast — courtesy of financial health, food, and shelter — it’s also a chance to share and come together, and few things in life are better than that. <3