I have seen more of my relatives recently than I have in the last thirty years. After they get past the "My you are looking well!" or, "I thought you were sick!" stage, they have tended to fall back on "What are you doing for the holidays?" This usually comes around to cooking as a safe topic for conversation, plus they can offer to bring something over. Yesterday I had an Aunt, two grown cousins, and a cousin in-law descend together, representing three different family nodes. Is it nodes or clusters? clumps? oddball groupings? Oddball certainly describes much of that side of the family well. When we fell to talking about holiday cooking the poo hit the fan.
We got past the profound lack of poultry or pork products in my holiday meals. (but Uncle X's Johnny has so many extra geese this year!" Could somebody explain to me why grown men edging up on 70 are still Johnny, Joey, Timmy, or Tommy?) I skillfully directed the conversation away from marshmallows on squash. Jello salads were consigned to the children's table, nobody killed anyone when green bean casserole was mentioned, and there was no dressing versus stuffing controversy. In fact I was praised as an innovator (all credit to DH and his mother who could actually cook) for having dressing on the table with no bird.
Eventually we got around to pies. We got past most of the fruit and cream pies. We swapped spice mixtures for pumpkin and had some spirited debate as to the merits of canned pumpkin versus sugar pumpkins versus butternut squash, and are neck pumpkins a butternut squash variety or a pumpkin? Then followed a minor squabble over what color of corn syrup to use in pecan pies that was quickly resolved by Blaming It All On Men. Then came mincemeat.
If I had realized that mincemeat pie was a religion I would have attempted to divert the conversation. Apparently lattice versus solid top on a mincemeat pie is a whole denominational battle. When the in-law cousin said that a real traditional mincemeat pie was made with puff paste instead of shortcrust, and one of the other cousins agreed with her, I thought for sure I was in the midst of the Crusades. Really, I was just waiting for the swords and armor to come out. I foolishly attempted to derail the line of conversation by piping up with the fact that I make a wholly vegetarian green tomato mincemeat. Heresy! Mincemeat is supposed to have meat in it! or so I was told. Of course my nefarious ploy did sort of work. After they finished schooling me on what mincemeat actually was they fell to discussing the various merits of venison, beef, and such things in mincemeat. That was about when DH rode in to my rescue with a dish of my mincemeat for them to taste. It was declared a nine days wonder because it tasted like mincemeat :rolleyes: Then DH told them they should taste my gingerbread. The stinker!
NightMist Oh yeah, they were off and running again...