"It's Thanksgiving, and I hope, if you're reading this, you're giving yourself a little break in your day: waiting while the sweet potatoes are baking, maybe, or pausing before you pack hot dishes in the car and head out to break bread with friends. It's a day for friendships and family and connections. And a day for rituals. We all have them."
"Take a good-sized orange, peel it well and scrape off all the pith, dice the peel small and toss half or two-thirds of it in the pot. Cut the orange itself into slightly bigger chunks; add them and the juice. A generous dash of nutmeg, half a cinnamon stick, no more than half the amount of sugar that recipes generally call for: a satisfying sauce calls for a touch of sweet, but as with rhubarb, if you don't like the tartness, why are you bothering?"
Thanksgiving serves as a time for connections, rituals, and familiar culinary practices. One ritual involves making cranberry sauce days ahead, using orange peel and chunks, modest sugar, nutmeg and cinnamon, and a splash of water or red wine before cooking the berries until they pop. Traditions persist but can change over time. A visit to Plymouth Rock as an adult reveals a small, weathered, fenced relic that functions as a metaphor for the fragility of myth. The Pilgrims' narrow worldview and the daunting future for the Wampanoag peoples who met them are acknowledged.
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