The first thanksgiving occurred in November, 1621. The meal was a combined effort between the Pilgrims, who set the table and provided the napkins, and the native Wampanoags who brought everything else. No, wait. That’s not right. The Pilgrims began a new tradition that day – somebody made a casserole. I bet it had those small marshmallows. Those people were from southern England.
While we don’t have the exact menu, we know they had plenty of meat. The governor of the colony sent four men on a fowling mission to provide enough game for the planned 3-day event. You think it’s tough preparing one meal for all those relatives. The meat would have included wild turkey, duck, geese, and swan. Can’t you hear it now? “Hey, please pass the swan.”
There would have been fruits and vegetables native to the region. All kinds of berries – blue, cran, goose, and rasp – were collected. One Pilgrim had a bright idea – “Hey let’s mash all this fruit into a brick-like cake.” A kind Indian pulled him aside and said, “Let’s wait for a month and send it to people we don’t like.” Okay, I’ve offended all the fruitcake lovers out there. My bad.
Vegetables like onions, beans, spinach, carrots, kale (another word for seaweed), and arugula (just kidding) would have been served. We know they had corn but not like we know it. The corn would have been shucked and turned into cornmeal, which was then boiled and pounded into a thick mush or porridge. Should have left it on the ear.
Right after the meal they had a football game between the Patriots and the Indians (can’t say the R-word). For dessert, they all went to Baskin-Robbins with its one flavor – pumpkin.
Whatever you may have this Thanksgiving, may it be a time for relishing what matters most. Let’s make that “who” matters most. Blessings.