I know, Easter is two days away. You have all these people coming over to celebrate. And you still have no idea what make. I hear you. I took today off, partly to prep, partly as a much-needed mental health day. I have a menu but have yet to shop or prep a single thing. And just to take some pressure off your shoulders, I’m in much worse shape than you. I’m cooking tomorrow.
No grains, no dairy. No sugar or soy. No legumes. No alcohol. I know what you’re thinking. A Whole30 Valentine’s Dinner doesn’t sound like much fun. That’s what I was thinking. I mean, really, what’s the point of life without dessert?
Thanksgiving is all about family, friends and food. I’ve always been fortunate to be on the guest side of Thanksgiving. It’s daunting to travel to Brooklyn for many and in our current apartment, we simply couldn’t host the crowd. Though I always contribute (testing dessert recipes today!), thus having build quite a collection of fall and Thanksgiving favorites. So in case you’re still in need of the perfect Thanksgiving side or dessert (which I’m sure you’re not because you wrote your menu months ago, right..?), look no further.
Halloween is quite possibly my favorite holiday. There’s no expectations of giving or getting. Little to no family stress about “which side of the family do we celebrate with this year?” It’s just spooky fall fun. I probably enjoyed it slightly more through my college days, when dressing up was an art form and half-assed costumes were seriously frowned upon. These days, dressing up has become a bit more complicated. We’re adults. Dressing up in the office isn’t always acceptable and if it is, it needs to be appropriate. I’ve already passed up two genius ideas, realizing sitting for eight hours at a desk would be virtually impossible. Option three, while not nearly as creative, should translate well from work to night.
I don’t have an ounce of Irish blood in me. But does that really matter? I don’t have any Mexican blood in me but I enjoy cooking for Cinco de Mayo just as well. Holidays create themes around food. Menus and routines you learn to look forward to each year. Easter means brunch at my mom’s house. Thanksgiving is a double meal, a new traditional but always consistent menu at my aunt & uncle’s house followed by a more classic menu with variety year over year. And St. Patrick’s Day means chocolate, booze and an unneeded reason to roast cabbage.
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