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« Days begin and end with coffee and a cornetto | Main | Mopeds rock Rome » November 28, 2005Giving thanks for pizzaOh no. I just realized that I don't get to see the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade. Sure, for us Mainers it's not that big of a deal, but I remember growing up and catching glimpses of my favorite cartoon characters floating between skyscrapers on the TV while my parents bustled around the kitchen. The smell of gravy would fill the house and all day I would fantasize about sitting down in the fancy dining room with my relatives, confronted by a table overflowing with food. I recounted this memory to my Italian boyfriend over lunch yesterday. He didn't seem impressed. He told me that if I needed a large dose of family and food, any given Sunday at his mother's house should satisfy me. But the Italians don't have a holiday that requires a large stuffed turkey, mashed potatoes, and cranberry sauce. Apple cider doesn't exist in Rome. It simply wasn't the tons of food and bickering family part that I missed, it was the tradition. The comfort food. The tastes and smells that brought me back the memories of my childhood. On this Thanksgiving day after my math lecture, I headed towards the pizzeria for lunch. I was a little bummed that I had to work in the evening and miss the university's buffet (i.e. unlimited wine) when it hit me: pizza. In my early teens I had twice vacationed with my family to Rome during November and we had eaten pizza in place of turkey. Since those years, my brother and I had both graduated from high school and the family was never together again for Thanksgiving. By eating pizza, I was honoring the latest Brennan-Wessels family tradition. The cheese and tomato would bring me back to those sweet memories of traveling with my family -- our favorite pastime before turkeys and mashed potatoes. So while all of the U.S.A. is carving turkey, 58,000,000 Italians and I are eating pizza. Posted by Kelsea Commentsapparently you can't get real apple cider in the Alaska grocery stores either. So my Thanksgiving cider glazed onions became, juice glazed onions and while very good, just weren't the same! Posted by: Jey at November 29, 2005 2:30 AM |
Kelsea Brennan-Wessels is a sophomore at The American University of Rome |
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apparently you can't get real apple cider in the Alaska grocery stores either.
"excuse me, where can I find apple cider."
"aisle 5"
"thank you!"
I find myself staring at unrefrigerated bottles of apple juice, cranberry juice, grape juice, but no apple cider.
So my Thanksgiving cider glazed onions became, juice glazed onions and while very good, just weren't the same!
Posted by: Jey | November 29, 2005 2:30 AM