Posted on 11/23/2017 8:44:28 PM PST by Lurking Libertarian
No sooner had it become a national holiday than America’s Jews took to its growing repertoire of rituals with gusto. Thanksgiving was a day in which “all classes and masses participated and delivered the same Yankee Doodle with slight variations,” observed one San Francisco Jew in 1884. Much like their neighbors, America’s Jewish citizens prepared a sumptuous repast at home and saw to it that the underprivileged among them, especially those of their coreligionists in orphanages and old-age homes, were treated to a turkey with all the trimmings. [snip]
Focusing on what they had in common rather than on the “doctrinal points” that kept them apart and at arm’s length from one another, America’s clergy and congregants alike seized the opportunity to strengthen the bonds of neighborliness and to “set the seal of religion upon [their] patriotic emotions.” In the process, they also sought to demonstrate that the “national religion is not Christianity—but whatever each American professes for himself,” or so optimistically related the Jewish Messenger in 1873. [snip]
Divine services and official proclamations were one thing; festive meals quite another. When it came to feeding one’s stomach on national turkey day, there was no declension, no “backsliders here—full attendance everywhere.” Even the most scrupulous of kosher-keeping American Jews could enjoy a heaping portion of turkey and spoonfuls of cranberry sauce, the recipes for which filled the pages of Jewish newspapers of the late 19th century. True, mashed potatoes might be out of bounds because of the cream and butter used to make them fluffy, and oyster stuffing was clearly a no-go, but tasty substitutes that in no way compromised the traditional bill of fare were at hand and within easy reach on the dinner table.
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Rice milk can work. Thanks.
When I had my nails done earlier in the week, I asked the Vietnamese immigrant manicurists what they were doing and preparing for the holiday. Both said: turkey, mashed potatoes, canned yams and green bean casserole! Naturally, I thought they would have adopted their Vietnamese diet to the holiday, but no, those jolly gals wanted their American eats like the rest of us. Hope everyone had a joyous holiday.
You can’t mix meat and dairy in a kosher household.
You can make mashed potatoes with olive oil, though. Or just delicious smashed potatoes.
Happy Thanksgiving, Yaelle.
If you’d like to be on or off, please FR mail me.
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Besides, what are mashed potatoes without a ton of gravy?
Joyous Thanksgiving and the rest of the weekend right back atcha, bro.
And for December, Oy to the World.
Okay, got it. I was thinking of just the mashed potatoes and not the combo with meat on the plate.
“I know latkes are traditionally for Hanukkah, but that’s my favorite Jewish dish ;-)”
Well, yeah. (Said in my teenage daughters vouce.)
Because meat is also being served. Mashed potatoes with fish, for example m, would be fine.
Relates back to a rejection of the Canaanite ritual of boiling the young of animals alive ( including human babies) in the milk of their mother.
Going deeper, the reason such practices are so offensive are because it uses something that should be giving life (milk) to cause death.
Brush and floss and wait 30 minutes.
See above post for theological explanation.
lol. Yes, that's right.
Orthodox Jews don't eat meat with dairy. So cream and butter in mashed potatoes are fine, but not with turkey.
I like the latkes with sour cream best; but applesauce works, too.
Belated Happy Thanksgiving to you, Miss M!
Hope you had a happy. We did!
Yes we did! Great food, tons of leftovers, and we played games all evening. I’m sure you had great showbiz conversations!! Hopefully only 12% about errant penises!!! ;)
That sounds like a lot of family fun! We ended up talking about John Wayne and John Ford as we always do for some reason. Took shots at Weinstein, of course. The restaurant gave everyone a “leftover” turkey sandwich to take home after dinner. I thought that was so cute.
Love that the restaurant did that!
John Ford’s Palm Desert Home was next door to my grandparents’ home on Old Prospector Trail. :)
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