I brought my brother a bouquet of garlic for Thanksgiving. I bought it from Keith’s Organic stall over at the Union Square Farmers Market. It really is the perfect gift for a chef. He’s working his way through the bundle as we head towards Christmas Day. I have to confess, the days between Thanksgiving and Christmas seem to be speeding by.
Lisa and I headed to my father’s house today. She had bought a tree with him last weekend and it was in need of decorating. He put the lights on it during the week. It’s the one Christmas chore he has held for 83 years consecutively and does amazingly well. He wants nothing to do with the ornaments or decorating in general. That was always my mother’s domain and she was very particular about every detail. It took us 4 years but this was the year we abandoned all of my mother’s rules. The tree has colored lights, is shaped unlike any we’ve had before, there is a toy truck under the tree that matches the one parked in the driveway and we are serving chicken for Christmas dinner. She would be horrified.
We didn’t set out to defy my mother. It just happened organically if I dare use that term. It wasn’t until this afternoon that we realized we had veered so far from the decorating etiquette rules my mother had set. Admittedly, her rules were sound and we’ll come to our senses in future Christmases. This year though, it was change that was desired. Why don’t we…. and whatever was said sounded good. It must be part of the mourning process as not one of us wants what was. We’re all excited that nothing is the same.
We’re having chicken because few of us are not eating beef anymore. I met with a nutritionist at Sloan Kettering a few weeks ago. He mentioned the book Anti Cancer by David Servan-Schreiber and I’ve been reading it every night since. It doesn’t say don’t eat beef but limit it to grass fed and not every night. My brother arrived at the same beef conclusion but it was his arteries and heart problems that is the driving force behind his change of diet. My nieces never liked beef even as little babies. They were born pollo vegetarians, a term I actually looked up! That’s how the roast my mother deemed the perfect Christmas meal was replaced by a chicken. I also have no doubt that there will be garlic in that Christmas dish. It’s recommended for inhibiting cancer and heart problems and there is that bouquet hanging around the kitchen.
I hope all of your holiday plans are going well too.