Happy Thanksgiving - Pollo y Papas

Pollo y Papas 

Thanksgiving is nearing. Today we are already preparing some of the foods that can be made early. 

Thinking of Thanksgiving we usually forego thinking of the detailed historical aspects it, like was the first one in the new world in 1621 in Massachusetts with the Pilgrims or was it in 1619 in Virginia when John Woodleefe landed with thirty-five settlers in Berkeley, VA.  Maybe you go further back to 1565 when Pedro Menedez de Aviles participated in a thanksgiving celebration at Saint Augustine, FL.  It is highly unlikely that you even think about Rene Goulaine de Laudonniere's thanksgiving near Jacksonville, FL in 1564 or Tristan de Luna's initiation of a thanksgiving mass upon landing near Pensacola, FL in 1559.

Instead, what we usually think about is food.  Thinking of food recently, I was having a conversation about some unusual foods that I have eaten, for someone from the US anyway. (For the curious some of those include: Alligator, iguana, squirrel, rabbit, guinea pig, turtle and insects.) That conversation led to the most interesting meals that I've enjoyed.

Thinking about that I realized the most interesting meals have nothing to do with the quality of the food. Those interesting meals are interesting because of where I am or who I am with. Let me share some of them with you.

The first was in Chattanooga at a place called the Chattanooga Choo-Choo. I was about 10 years old. It was special because, at the time, we never went out to eat at anything resembling a fancy place - because of affordability and because we were children. I remember the food came out on something called a "Lazy Susan" - which seemed such a strange name to me.

The next highly memorable meal was in Trinidad, West Indies. I had gone there with a group from church on a mission trip.  One of the local families invited me to their home.  The mangos weren't ripe yet, but we peeled one in the yard and ate it with a little salt on it.  When we were invited inside, we ate a communal dish where we would dip the pita-like bread into the thick curry chicken.  We used no forks or knives - just our fingers.

A third memorable meal was in England.  I was visiting in the home of some friends my wife and her parents had made while they were living there.  The hostess brought out several courses as we laughed and shared subtle and humorous differences between Americans and the British.

The final and most cherished memory is the one pictured in this blog. I was, again on a mission trip, this time visiting Machachi, Ecuador. My one-on-one Spanish is and was good enough to facilitate necessary communication.  However, it was not and is not good enough to keep up with the conversations of multiple Spanish speakers in their conversations. I knew we were going to visit Laguna Limpiopungo, on Cotopaxi but other than that, I didn't know our plans precisely.

We had visited several families there. At one of them, the young man was just finishing cleaning a chicken. He was spraying the feathers out of the walkway near his house. I had no idea that I would soon be eating that same chicken.

Later that afternoon after driving to the lake and walking about portions of the nature walk there - we got back in our cars and trucks and made our way to a plateau behind some large boulders to shield us from the fierce cold winds.  There we sat down to handfuls (or in my case the pot lid for a plate) of boiled chicken and potatoes.  One of my hostesses broke off pieces of the chicken and passed it to each person there.

After eating we sat around enjoying the moments and watched the children as they played among the boulders. "King of the Hill" was the game to play.

I didn't understand all the conversation, but I relished in the moment, in the place, and in the welcoming hospitality. Though it wasn't Thanksgiving - it was a moment I am thankful to have experienced.

Happy Thanksgiving! Pass the relish and relish the moments!