Thursday, November 24, 2011
As I prepare our Thanksgiving meal with my mother, which means, mostly, peeling potatoes and fetching utensils about the kitchen, I cannot help but reflect back on a delicious taco feast from last week, made special, just for me, by my filmmaker. My younger brother told some story a month or so ago about making tacos for a girl; instantly, an inexhaustible fire burned deep in my belly for such a dinner. I do not believe I have had tacos in at least four or five years, whether through neglect or ignorance, I cannot remember. After a jaunt at the gym, we bought the fixings together, and while I rinsed off in a hot shower, the filmmaker browned the ground turkey and assembled the various toppings. After a long week, a meal prepared specifically for you is a beautiful and welcome thing. Guacamole, salsa verde, and extra sharp Vermont white cheddar made for ideal flavors with the seasoned turkey meat.
This year for Thanksgiving, we are making a turkey breast, as opposed to the full bird, but as our party will be small, I am sure there will still be ample leftovers. Perhaps another Mexican-themed night can be planned.