Tomorrow We Eat SanGwiches

My sexy readers who know me know that Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday of the year.  Family and freiends get together for a great meal of turkey with all the trimmings. Roasted garlic mashed potatoes, cornbread stuffing, oven roasted sweet potato fries, roasted cippolini onions with a balsamic vinegar glaze. Italian wedding soup with an antipasta plate and a helping of baked ziti thrown in for good measure.

Ok, I know what your thinking. Those last three items aren't Thanksgiving food, they are part of what Italians call "Sunday dinner" in Staten Island, New Jersey or whereever Italians are living these days. BTW I want to throw a social experiment out there, this week go up to any real italian person you know, we should all know at least one and ask them what they are going to eat for Thanksgiving. They will mention at least one if not all three of the italian dishes mentioned above. When you ask them about the Turkey, their answer will probably be, "oh yeah we gots one of dem too, the Turkey will be about 12 pounds." Here's the catch though, this turkey will feed about 30 people.

Here is the abridged italian version of the Story of Thanksgiving (translation in parentheses). When dose (those) pilgrims guys sat down with da (the) indians for their Thanksgiving meal togedah (together), Nonna (Italian Grandmother, who should be sainted even though she is still alive) brought out youge (plentiful) helpings of ziti with meatballs, broccoli rabe, some antipast (a platter that contains some cured meats such as salami and prosciutto with an assortment of italian cheeses such as provolone and parmesean). Oh yeah and the Indians brought the turkey.