I was on the phone with my sister-in-law yesterday talking about Thanksgiving and what keeps families together over the years. I think witchcraft might be involved.
We were lured in like Italian Hansels and Gretels by wonderful ravioli and slow-cooked sauce on Sundays. My mom acted innocent,while enticing us to sit together with delicious meals every night, where the chuck roast or turkey was so tender it fell from the bone and melted in our mouths.
We came home from school to hot, delicious pizzas and fresh breads just waiting for us. And then there were the pies; warm apple with a crumble top, fresh cherry, blueberry with peanut butter crust – these are the pies that bind. (Oh God, I can’t believe I went for that awful pun.)
It’s ridiculously simple. Nothing makes you happier than eating great food when you’re really hungry. It’s almost embarrassing that we humans are so easily manipulated. And sitting at the table, we ended up talking and laughing. More food came so we sat and talked longer and pretty soon, BAM!, we were a unit and we actually liked each other.
And even after each of us moved away, we always came back, as if some invisible glue held us together. (It may have started with guilt – “When are yunza commin a home?”) But we discovered we all love cooking, eating, planning great dinners, and each other. She used her culinary witchcraft on us, we fell under its spell, and now we use it on our families!
We don’t get to be together every day or even every Sunday anymore, but the bond is still there. And that bond was forged with the three P’s: pasta, pizza and pie.
So, this Thanksgiving, wear that apron proudly and revel in your influence. If your family willingly, happily gets together, food probably played a part. Whoever thinks the hand that stirs the pot doesn’t wield power, couldn’t be more wrong.