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04.30

Thanksgiving Dinner 2013

<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdkqF8sxEhqoCdFQUUGR_F8FulhuMFdYrkgEdelh-3Og5AYjC7R6NQ84eCWsge4u6yY0x3RSE7Cjr0hXFcZJVkzSbMI0AN_lADa_GXjl-G1uU8wZhclLYcF_yAIC3j2Q3wcHEwy3YkSgD7/s1600/cooks0057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdkqF8sxEhqoCdFQUUGR_F8FulhuMFdYrkgEdelh-3Og5AYjC7R6NQ84eCWsge4u6yY0x3RSE7Cjr0hXFcZJVkzSbMI0AN_lADa_GXjl-G1uU8wZhclLYcF_yAIC3j2Q3wcHEwy3YkSgD7/s400/cooks0057.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First thing in the morning:<br />aprons combine Hanukkah and Thanksgiving!</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhguXaiGsHJ1qvijDiMJh3ejGGaXh5pYuaAphYRDcuFbcNwKgtpnAghcQgZKvG0kODpLYuxS1MIdehtbsauqmHVfdZp-C2O5PQKXfYJXapr3tLw-4p9tak1wPKSV82Hkqp1Uop8St4lbg8M/s1600/cooks8072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhguXaiGsHJ1qvijDiMJh3ejGGaXh5pYuaAphYRDcuFbcNwKgtpnAghcQgZKvG0kODpLYuxS1MIdehtbsauqmHVfdZp-C2O5PQKXfYJXapr3tLw-4p9tak1wPKSV82Hkqp1Uop8St4lbg8M/s400/cooks8072.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I never use mixes except for corn pudding!</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLRbBSV19TqkqYjDFSfAuaRjecEVmxADFoGeWCIZK4BIecMXdUzhszFPQwZgVpTabrnLP9Om4GMzc6GRISmu829LECoRlMqJ_syAPkKWRcI8WI8GEzs5nxVb4CcqmK3oN2-qaANLY_vzFg/s1600/games0079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLRbBSV19TqkqYjDFSfAuaRjecEVmxADFoGeWCIZK4BIecMXdUzhszFPQwZgVpTabrnLP9Om4GMzc6GRISmu829LECoRlMqJ_syAPkKWRcI8WI8GEzs5nxVb4CcqmK3oN2-qaANLY_vzFg/s400/games0079.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Delia and Alice</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcRqRthT8sFH9qljeC58fWEkJ3W7_am8KWrsNtQv_QdPLv_ohbpv4-76UZf-XIncjRQt5S7Qqed1rKWLSDJE-P1auj-oKC6gwtMhvHDiiIFvJDfFGlRih3lSFZ7PC1LVlgw_4yZlksS_NA/s1600/candles8079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcRqRthT8sFH9qljeC58fWEkJ3W7_am8KWrsNtQv_QdPLv_ohbpv4-76UZf-XIncjRQt5S7Qqed1rKWLSDJE-P1auj-oKC6gwtMhvHDiiIFvJDfFGlRih3lSFZ7PC1LVlgw_4yZlksS_NA/s400/candles8079.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Candles, turkey, latkes, brussels sprouts and around 10 other dishes...</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg76jtW0YM6CCsadUmGPjp4kWrHuv_MmG4Dua1h6aG6tDXLOx_bLx7up8HIC6tWVfXSPw8VWMYrH0I9Ku9rBrR62DRitbms0BV1cNQjFQkHcGU0hvpPj86One2Tc3H6KVkg1KMPXE6nFiLY/s1600/table0101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg76jtW0YM6CCsadUmGPjp4kWrHuv_MmG4Dua1h6aG6tDXLOx_bLx7up8HIC6tWVfXSPw8VWMYrH0I9Ku9rBrR62DRitbms0BV1cNQjFQkHcGU0hvpPj86One2Tc3H6KVkg1KMPXE6nFiLY/s400/table0101.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pie</td></tr></tbody></table><br />

Thanksgiving Dinner 2013

First thing in the morning: aprons combine Hanukkah and Thanksgiving! I never use mixes except for corn pudding! Delia and Alice Candles, tu...

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05.59

Wordless Wednesday: Turkey 2006, 2008, 2009, 2011, 2012

Wordless Wednesday: Turkey 2006, 2008, 2009, 2011, 2012

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03.00

Zingerman's Bakehouse

Zingerman's Bakehouse

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14.27

Thanksgiving Pictures from "Art and Appetite"

<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyXi16eYbgkhnwXqWopWlZ6b5Maz_WkZiHoZddnWg2Q2dpPX6KyF-e2RG9nsYrovrer6P-MhZ3aglWjv6U1I6BE5TEHerrhKHpELKzvnxRCo0JVJefXF5kDBWB_hGhWnHuLWpfEykYwAoq/s1600/DorisLee4996.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyXi16eYbgkhnwXqWopWlZ6b5Maz_WkZiHoZddnWg2Q2dpPX6KyF-e2RG9nsYrovrer6P-MhZ3aglWjv6U1I6BE5TEHerrhKHpELKzvnxRCo0JVJefXF5kDBWB_hGhWnHuLWpfEykYwAoq/s400/DorisLee4996.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Doris Lee, "Thanksgiving" (1935)</td></tr></tbody></table><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"It may be hard to fathom today how Lee's colorfully cheerful depiction of food preparation was offensive... . The picture was popular with the public, as was Grant Wood's more famous <i>American Gothic</i>, purchased by the Art Institute in 1930. Both pictures represent historical themes using the imagery of ordinary people and farm life; both enshrined with irony and humor an American past fast disappearing. But by 1935 the depiction of Thanksgiving as a rustic social gathering seemed boorishly common." (<i>Art and Appetite</i> catalog p. 41)</span></blockquote>I love the kitchen in this picture with all the activity of many women cooking, except for the one who has obviously just arrived and is taking off  her hat. I love the little kids, the dog under the stove, and the cat under the table. The preparation for each traditional element of Thanksgiving dinner is wonderful: the turkey being basted, pie dough being rolled out, vegetables in a basket, pots simmering on top of the old black stove, dishes being taken from a high shelf where no doubt they spend most of the year. <br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlashIY8dfENMOkiN8gJPVYDoEWZ6jmuWut4n9lEDdmL3mVJ2SVDG5AsHg9ixsQL-SIPk2IusLDKQNtOXFM0Zk8pQm8-Y2FcWnGdL88RG0VLHZCn3zg0fivBh7DUhov3OWypiCieCpm1at/s1600/AliceNeel4992.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlashIY8dfENMOkiN8gJPVYDoEWZ6jmuWut4n9lEDdmL3mVJ2SVDG5AsHg9ixsQL-SIPk2IusLDKQNtOXFM0Zk8pQm8-Y2FcWnGdL88RG0VLHZCn3zg0fivBh7DUhov3OWypiCieCpm1at/s640/AliceNeel4992.jpg" width="424" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alice Neel, "Thanksgiving" (1965)</td></tr></tbody></table><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"... the bird collapses in the kitchen sink, looking as though it had just been thrown from the guillotine. Its legs splayed akimbo, its body bloody and pimply, it drains alongside Ajax, sponges, soap, and the breakfast dishes. Neel said of her picture that she painted it while the bird ... ws thawing in the sink and that it was her answer to Pop Art." (<i>Art and Appetite</i>, p. 51)</span></blockquote>My own feeling is that this image of an absolutely typical kitchen from the 1960s is now as much nostalgic as the famous Norman Rockwell grandmother and grandfather with a turkey or the painting by Doris Lee above. Who hasn't seen the exact water faucet, Ajax can, and metal cabinet handles along with the white porcelain of mother's or grandmother's or aunt's kitchen sink?<br /><div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpZKspqg6VAxTq_VzyDTWCWXA5-MRLIXacBuGoXA_KE89ZHmJyWpUIEQr6YuqOsmTVbM-bf2pMY7-dBI5Q5XzsBx73dIkewp_xLpax9UqItoBagLvWdZmwzSqOuWAqz1QXwXaEOauqJH_E/s1600/Lichtenstein4990.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpZKspqg6VAxTq_VzyDTWCWXA5-MRLIXacBuGoXA_KE89ZHmJyWpUIEQr6YuqOsmTVbM-bf2pMY7-dBI5Q5XzsBx73dIkewp_xLpax9UqItoBagLvWdZmwzSqOuWAqz1QXwXaEOauqJH_E/s400/Lichtenstein4990.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Roy Lichtenstein, "Turkey" (1961)</td></tr></tbody></table><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"The bird as solo subject mirrors modern advertising's emphasis on appearances and the embedding of implied meaning within objects." (<i>Art and Appetite</i>, p. 49)</span></blockquote>When I first saw pop art, I loved what it said to me about the role of advertising in creating the way we see our surroundings, especially in the way we see food and food packaging. Who can resist the word "iconic"?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuOcBUwxlr5zSsSY2lfEUY4rYcpWISfpKNUsbCthpoFDMX2EnIl2zIsivUGA5B9XlxmKdNbi0vOyXuDROHhPETR0a8cZs2mvs06z1sDiY6KIevLbHH_YklOyI9Nowta1O5oOx5-p-jXJxA/s1600/art&appetite+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuOcBUwxlr5zSsSY2lfEUY4rYcpWISfpKNUsbCthpoFDMX2EnIl2zIsivUGA5B9XlxmKdNbi0vOyXuDROHhPETR0a8cZs2mvs06z1sDiY6KIevLbHH_YklOyI9Nowta1O5oOx5-p-jXJxA/s200/art&appetite+2.jpg" width="164" /></a>I've mentioned the exhibition "Art and Appetite: American Painting, Culture, and Cuisine," currently showing at the Art Institute of Chicago, and the catalog of the exhibit with the same title. The first essay in the catalog is "Thanksgiving: The Great American Food Fest," written by Judith A. Barter, which I've quoted above.<br /><br />The remainder of images are just as fascinating as the ones I've chosen here -- including many magazine illustrations from the 19th and 20th century. Through art and illustration, we see the history of the holiday. As I said a few weeks ago, I wish I could get to this exhibit, but I'm really happy to have the catalog.</div>

Thanksgiving Pictures from "Art and Appetite"

Doris Lee, "Thanksgiving" (1935) "It may be hard to fathom today how Lee's colorfully cheerful depiction of food preparat...

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18.38

Northwood by Sarah Josepha Hale

<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSybQeMUDu6BhdJj77ltK90kyigEuosAu2dFvuvLKamd7LlbTe-UUFbUJK9O7rcFpFJCsoFV3FAlaijQ7xl7ObE3GXkehZvZbfq8OXGMqe8eoTaT4kkihvmYTMIFh_dqDzuTGeMWcEnvRl/s1600/Northwood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="321" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSybQeMUDu6BhdJj77ltK90kyigEuosAu2dFvuvLKamd7LlbTe-UUFbUJK9O7rcFpFJCsoFV3FAlaijQ7xl7ObE3GXkehZvZbfq8OXGMqe8eoTaT4kkihvmYTMIFh_dqDzuTGeMWcEnvRl/s400/Northwood.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Northwood</i>, Title Page, Second Edition (Wiki Media)</td></tr></tbody></table>In the novel <i>Northwood</i> by Sarah Josepha Hale, published in 1827, I was amazed to find a description of Thanksgiving dinner that is so close to what we have today. The major difference is the variety of meat dishes beyond just the turkey. Hale is famous for her advocacy of making Thanksgiving a national holiday. Her later non-fiction writings included lots of advice for how the holiday should be celebrated: in other words, we owe her!<br /><br />But here are her original words:<br /><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="font-size: x-small;">“But now to my dinner … A long table, formed by placing two of the ordinary size together, was set forth in the parlor, which being the best room, and ornamented with the best furniture, was seldom used, except on important occasions. The finishing of the parlor was in a much better manner than that of any other apartment in the house; the wood work was painted cream color, and the plaster walls ornamented with paper hangings of gay tints and curious devices. …<br /> <o:p> </o:p>“The furniture of the parlor consisted of a mahogany sideboard and table, a dozen handsome rush-bottomed chairs, a large mirror, the gilt frame covered with green gauze to prevent injury from dust and flies, and on the floor was a substantial, home manufactured carpet, woven in a curious manner and blended with all the colors of the rainbow …<br /><o:p> </o:p>“The table, covered with a damask cloth, vieing in whiteness, and nearly equalling in texture, the finest imported, though spun, woven and bleached by Mrs. Romelee’s own hand, was now intended for the whole household, every child having a seat on this occasion, and the more the better, it being considered an honor for a man to sit down to his Thanksgiving supper surrounded by a large family. The provision is always sufficient for a multitude, every farmer in the country being, at this season of the year, plentifully supplied, and every one proud of displaying his abundance and prosperity.<br /><o:p> </o:p>“The roasted turkey took precedence on this occasion, being placed at the head of the table; and well did it become its lordly station, sending forth the rich odour of its savoury stuffing, and finely covered with the frost of the basting. At the foot of the board a surloin of beef, flanked on either side by a leg of pork and joint of mutton, seemed placed as a bastion to defend innumerable bowls of gravy and plates of vegetables disposed in that quarter. A goose and pair of ducklings occupied side stations on the table, the middle being graced, as it always is on such occasions by that rich burgomaster of the provisions, called a chicken pie. This pie, which is wholly formed of the choicest parts of fowls, enriched and seasoned with a profusion of butter and pepper, and covered with an excellent puff paste, is, like the celebrated pumpkin pie, an indispensable part of a good and true Yankee Thanksgiving; the size of the pie usually denoting the gratitude of the party who prepares the feast. … Plates of pickles, preserves, and butter, and all the necessaries for increasing the seasoning of the viands to the demand of each palate, filled the interstices on the table, leaving hardly sufficient room for the plates of the company, a wine glass and two tumblers for each, with a slice of wheat bread lying on one of the inverted tumblers. A side table was literally loaded with the preparations for the second course, placed there to obviate the necessity of leaving the apartment during the repast. Mr. Romelee keeping no domestic, the family were to wait on themselves, or on each other. There was a huge plumb pudding, custards, and pies of every name and description ever known in Yankee land; yet the pumpkin pie occupied the most distinguished niche. There were also several kinds of rich cake, and a variety of sweet meats and fruits. On the sideboard was ranged a goodly number of decanters and bottles; the former filled with currant wine and the latter with excellent cider and ginger beer, a beverage Mrs. Romelee prided herself on preparing in perfection. There were no foreign wines or ardent spirits, Squire Romelee being a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">consistent</i> moralist.” -- Google Book Edition p. 114-117</span></blockquote>                   <br /><br />