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Thanksgiving Nays

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nursenurse

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Yesterday was the Canuck Thanksgiving, and i am about as stuffed as the bird itself. My sister in law hosted the dinner, made the turkey and most of the sides. I contributed a mixed green salad with a pomegranate vinaigrette and candied pecans (yes, everyone LOVED my nuts ;) ).

But one thing I will never understand, is the love affair with GREEN BEAN CASSEROLE! Why does it even exist, who even thought to slap together this conglomerate of goop..? She now makes a homemade version which is just as hideous, if not more so, because she browns her own onions, leaving off the can of Durkees which was the only redeeming factor in the original version.

So in light of our past Canadian Thanksgiving, and the upcoming American one, I ask you, what is the most dreaded dish on your holiday table, or on any table for that matter? Feel free to be as descriptive as you can, this is meant to be opinionated but fun.

She tried for years to make me like brussels sprouts. Not. Happening. Either.
 
Lutefisk! This would be more of a Christmas thing around here. Very hard to describe. It begins "life" as cod. It's "preserved" in lye. It CAN be baked, and is slight less disgusting in that form. At my childhood home, it was generally boiled/steamed. I have NO idea how to actually make it and NEVER INTEND to actually make it. Baked, the smell is tolerable. Boiled/steamed, it reeks. It is a gelatinous mass that looks like semi-congealed snot. I don't know about the taste, exactly, because I was always so appalled by the look and the smell of it. Had to eat some though, or I'd still be sitting at the table waiting to be released.

The story is, when members of my extended family first returned to Norway to visit the Norwegian branch, they asked "Where's the lutefisk?" The Norwegians were surprised at the question and replied that they don't eat that stuff anymore, "now we have refrigeration!"

I'm with you on the Brussels sprouts!
 
I once gave a Christmas card to my Ma, who just loved fruitcake. It depicted the visit of the Magi to Jesus, it said something to the effect that unbeknownst to modern society, there was a fourth wise man who was turned away for bringing a fruitcake. Still makes me chuckle. Why eat something that you can build a house out of?
 
The ONLY fruitcake I will eat is the Jamaican Black Cake. I made that one myself, after having been given some by a Jamaican co-worker, and happily infused it weekly with a wonderful anejo rum, for probably a good six months or more. The fruits are all marinated in booze prior to baking, then pureed, so the finished product has a homogenous and very moist consistency. Not to mention that you blow over the legal alcohol limit for driving in a serving.
 
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