First Person Singular by Wendy Braitman

Petra says:

A little of both, though leaning toward the classics side of the spectrum. Classics, of course, include bread stuffing, which I left in the oven and forgot about until we were done with the meal. One guest of mine (a very gracious one) did wander about this, thinking to herself that “maybe they don’t do stuffing”. It was only when I looked at the stove, which had the oven indicator on, that I opened the oven (thinking I’d just forgotten to turn it off when I removed the turkey). Lo and behold, there was the stuffing, now a little extra crunchy on top (but, surprisingly, not burnt!) So, we had stuffing and gravy as an intermezzo, served before dessert!

Stacey says:

I don’t really have a preference – I like whatever’s good, lol.

I spent Thanksgiving at a friend’s house, and while many of the classics were served, they were all organic. There was one dish, however, that was not organic, and the family referred to it as “the funky orange thing”. As far as I can tell with my untrained palate, it contains oranges and cream and probably some sort of gelatin – it had a definite jiggle to it. I was curious, so they told me about it – the husband’s great aunt on his mother’s side used to bring the dish to Thanksgiving for years, hence the family tradition. It did have a proper name, but nobody remembered what it was. They say that the aunt was quite proper, and would probably be rolling in her grave if she knew that they were serving it on a plastic folding table that did not have a tablecloth, fabric napkins with a lace trim, or flatware made of actual silver (they only have stainless). It was delicious, and reminded me of those orange creamsicles that we all enjoyed so much during the summer as kids. They offered to trade the recipe with me in exchange for my grandmother’s sugar cookie recipe.