It’s the day before Thanksgiving. Your mother is rushing around the kitchen trying to get it all done. As she puts the turkey in the fridge to thaw she looks at you and asks if you will make the pie. You smile and say, "Yes, I will".
First you have to get the recipe from your mom's recipe box. The recipe has been in your family since your mom's great, great grandparents came over to America from Holland. Next grab the ingredients on the list, and run over to the store if you don’t have something you need.
After you have everything, wash all the dishes in the kitchen to make room to bake. Finally, place all the ingredients on the counter, and set the oven for 350 degrees Fahrenheit. After a few years experience you will know that even though the recipe says 375 you can bake it at 350 for 10 minutes longer.
While the oven is warming, mix together two-thirds cup sugar, one-third cup flour, one tablespoon fresh ground cinnamon, and one-quarter teaspoon fresh ground cloves. After mixing together the spices set them aside and core and slice four granny smith apples and four honey crisp apples. Mix the cored and sliced apples with the set aside spices till all of the apples are evenly coated. Set the mix aside to marinate while you make the crust.
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Family is showing up. All the people you only see once or twice a year are here to try your masterpiece. Well some are here more for the football, and some are here because their parents dragged them to your house at gun point, but there are some people here to eat food and hang out and have some fun. It is the comments you get back from these people that matter. When all of the people are there, and when everyone is crammed in every possible crack of your house, the host stands and silences the mob of famished people trying to not consume all the food on the table. He bows his head and says a prayer. When he looks up he has a twinkle in his eyes as he utters the best words known to man, "dig
To stuff the chicken, add one large spoonful of the cream cheese mixture and place it on one half of the chicken breast. After you have “stuffed” the chicken, fold the breast in half, dip it in the melted butter, and then into the breadcrumbs, coating the outside thoroughly. Place in the 9x13 pan and repeat this step for the remaining chicken breasts. Place the chicken into the oven for 30 minutes. If the chicken is not tender and easy to cut through after 30 minutes, place it back into the oven, and check it every 2
Begin by pre-heating your oven to 250 degrees; be sure to check your oven racks and makes certain they are space enough to fit your Boston butt in before the oven gets hot. It’s not fun to adjust them once they are smoking hot. 2. Prepare your roasting pan or other pan of choice by lining it with aluminum foil. This is not necessary but makes for a much easier clean up.
First you use your mind to decide what you are cooking and today I am going to be baking chicken thighs. After that I have to determine what utensils I am going to use. Then I use my hands to clean the chicken and I do that by putting the chicken thighs under luke warm water and proceed to rinse them off then I also use my hands to grab the pan I am going to use to bake the chicken in Know I put the chicken into this pan then I go into grabbing all my seasons I plan on using and shower the chicken with them. Then I use my mind to determine what temperature I have to set the stove to and I have to turn the stove on up to 375 degrees and it has to cook for 35 to 45 minutes depending on the thickness of the chicken thighs. So I use I timer to set that
“Mother, Father, what is going on?” he asked. “Oh Thomas, I did not know you were home, did you get the eggs I sent you for? I am going to make a pie for Mr. Henry for all of his kind deeds he has done for the colonists.” said his mother.
Set the oven to 350 degrees. Grab flour. Butter. Salt. Dried oregano.
Well, it´s halfway over. The Holiday Rush, the cooking the cleaning, the over-flow of relatives and friends... Today, people are setting up their new appliances, furniture, and half-priced nick nacks around their houses and tending to their aching muscles and bruises caused by drop-kicking other shoppers on Black friday. Now, comes the less life-threatening rush of Cyber Monday. People are dusting off their keyboards and bookmarking their favorite online stores, patiently waiting for the precise moment to pounce. By this coming Tuesday, the maddness will finally be finished.
First Thanksgiving One myth I chose was The Wampanoag brought popcorn to the first Thanksgiving feast. Wampanoag had eating popcorn but they had eating other things to but popcorn wasn’t the first. They also ate cranberry sauce. Also they ate bread, meat pies, and boiled pumpkins.
In life, being conflicted is always a difficult situation. Figuring out how to deal with or solve the problem can be even harder. Referring to the story,Thanksgiving: A Personal History, the main character, Jennifer, is conflicted between whether to keep her traditional Thanksgiving routine or to adopt a modern one. When it came to celebrating Thanksgiving as a child, Jennifer became accustomed to her family’s ‘get-togethers’.
Next, prepare the rolls wrapped in foil to be ready for warming
Martha looked at the myth of Thanksgiving. The idea that an entire family would happily get together for a huge meal. The family will think and talk about everything that they are thankful for. This is heavily discussed in elementary schools. As a child I remember my teacher suggesting that at dinner we should go around the table and have each family member say something that they are thankful for.
Coming of Age “Have a good time. remember to take food out of the bottom oven, bye” my mom said. Those were the last words she said before going off into the city with my dad that night. They had left Jack, Grace, and I with our grandparents for the night.
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I say I can hear my mom crying in the bedroom, she usually does this on a daily basis but today it is more than usual because my father died on this day. Today marks four years since his death, I still feel guilty for it. I was in the car with my dad when it occurred and I couldn 't do anything to solve it or help him but I still tell myself I could have done something. Sniffling my mother responds, “Yes Meghan?”
She wears a white apron, with blue blouse decorated by florid patterns and shapes. Behind the mother stands the father, who is ready to carve the turkey with the knife. The father wears in decent suit and blue tie, his face is rather chubby comparing with the mother beside him. Both of them cast their sights downward, gazing lovingly and focusing on the turkey that they are ready to serve. To examine closely, the father puts his fingertip lightly on the edge of the table.
What's Cooking? Shows the realities of universal concepts and ideas related to family, community, gender, status and cultural identity of four different middle class families over a cultural American holiday called Thanksgiving. As we watch these four different families prepare for the same event, we come to realize that the enthusiastic ideas about the ritual begin to transform into a series of conflicts. An analysis of the explicit message that Thanksgiving is a series of rituals that we celebrate uncovers more than the obvious ideology. As what’s cooking?