It's Thanksgiving this weekend here in Canada. There's always so much hype around the US Thanksgiving, is it wrong of me to feel underwhelmed with ours? I was talking to some co-workers yesterday about how, when I was growing up, I hated everything that was served on our Thanksgiving menu.
My mom always made a molded green jello ring mixed with cottage cheese. I forget what it's called - I want to say ambrosia salad but I don't think that's right. In any case, it's revolting. My cousin makes a yam dish baked with marshmallows on top, and of course there's the turkey and ham. Blehhh. I used to fill up on dinner rolls and corn. Not really much of a feast, to say the least. Weekday meals were far more interesting.
Being vegan since the age of 14, I looked forward to the family gathering more than the food that was served, but I really do wish I could do both.
This year my cousin (the yam and marshmallow girl) has invited us over to celebrate Thanksgiving at her place. I'm determined to make it my best Thanksgiving meal ever. So I've got Dandies for my yams, and I'm making a huge baked vegetable medley for everyone too. There will be lots of vegan goodies, so stay tuned for photos of the feast!