American Flatbread + Flatbread Kitchen
Friday and Saturday, November 26th and 27th, 2004
Tonight’s menu and baking are dedicated to
We have learned memories, of course, the ones that come from the stories handed down over the generations. And I am grateful to have these: the noble acts of kindness and generosity the pilgrims and native peoples shared. Our own Thanksgivings have been made richer by their story though it causes us all to pause at the fall of grace that followed…but perhaps more real and more formative are our own contemporary memories, the events of our own lives.
For me, these childhood memories of grandmothers and aunts and uncles, and steamy warm kitchens filled with the aromas of roasting turkeys, and mounds of perfectly mashed potatoes, and bowls of peas with little pearl onions, and a big table set out with all of the family’s finery, and the last minute dash to make the gravy, and the cranberry sauce wiggling on the table still with the impressions of its can. I remember everyone talking and laughing and smiling and eating to overfullness like royalty in a kings court—and in a way we were, though we didn’t know it, for these are lucky memories indeed; maybe that is the great purpose of our memory: to know where we have come from and the great opportunity and gift to those who follow is to be grateful for the good that has been.
Thank you for coming tonight. Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone.