feastivus

Ahoy,

For Thanksgiving this year, I went to visit my aunt and cousins in Boston. Sometimes I think it was just a shame I didn't grow up with these cousins, because I think we would have been close. They're just a hair older than me, which is just old enough for me to idolize. And maybe I would have followed them around worshiping the ground they walked on, because I feel like I was lacking in this kind of figure growing up, though I don't think it was to my detriment. I'm just saying I might have been someone different. They're really great people to chat with and have the funniest insights.

The highlight as always with Thanksgiving was the food! My goodness, the food! They own a restaurant, so they always do the whole feast thing with free reign over the whole restaurant. They had 2, count 'em, 2 deep fried turkeys and 2 things of prime rib - the stars. I'm more into the sides: peas(!!!) corn, mushrooms, stuffed mushrooms, bruschetta, mashed potatoes, cornbread, baked potatoes, baked taro, baked sweet potatoes salad, gailan, rice. And, it's Boston, so they have to have a ship-ton of seafood. They had 3 huge sacks of clams, and made clam chowder from scratch, clams casino, bacon wrapped scallops, deep fried scallops, deep fried soft shell crab.

And then! Dessert was an entire meal by itself. There was death by chocolate, apple pie, lemon pie, sweet potato pie, oatmeal raisin cookies, cinnamon buns, mini cheesecakes, white cake, butter pecan cupcakes, don tot, sponge cake. Oh, my goodness, so much food.

But then, later that weekend, my aunt made haw gao and taro cake(!!!) from scratch. She's definitely the cool aunt.

reminiscently plump,
JT