SCENE AND HEARD
A Holiday Recipe for Making Memories
Lien Do shows the practical way to eat a pumpkin pie baked by her husband, John Carey, after his culinary efforts last Thanksgiving.
(By Lemy Wood)
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Life is composed of accidental moments. They are glimpses of who we are and where we live.
I guess this story has to start with the fact that I am married into a very beautiful and loving Vietnamese family. Most of our lives are blissfully happy, but the cultural differences between us do sometimes make for awkward moments and strange situations.
Thanksgiving is a very special American holiday, but you have to remember that it is a distinctly American holiday. It is practically a holiday without reason to others. Jesus Christ (can we still mention Him in the newspaper?) didn't cause this holiday. In fact, if I remember correctly, Abraham Lincoln caused Thanksgiving. So just explaining Thanksgiving to my Vietnamese family takes a long time and too many words.
My sister-in-law once said: "And you eat a bird on this holiday? A big bird nobody wants? Why?"
Don't even try to explain cranberry sauce. "If it is so good, where is it the other 364 days?" I have no clue.
And also from my in-laws last year: "What the heck are yams, and what do you do with them?"
I, of course, knew the answer: "They grow underground, and you can make pie from them!"
The response: "Not in this house."
American culture makes sense to us, but to others it is sometimes mysterious.
So, last year, I volunteered to prepare the entire Thanksgiving dinner. I had my bird, my stuffing and all the trimmings. And I attempted pumpkin pie.
There is no way I am about to make a pumpkin pie from scratch. So I recalled how my mom did it when she was running out of time. Canned pumpkin, pre-made crust and, voilà! Pie! Hot from the oven.
Except that there are two types of canned pumpkin: concentrate (which needs to be thinned with milk) and "ready to go" (which is, as it says, ready to go.)
