Are you as tired of “turkey and all the fixins” as I am?” White or dark meet? Who cares? How about a giant white bread dressing? I will pass. Please, never again offer me a green bean casserole made with canned mushroom soup. Can a good pumpkin pie ever result with frozen pie crust and canned pumpkin? No!
I offer apologies in advance to those who would never consider ethnic foods; favoring political correctness over culinary enjoyment. Also, I offer my sympathy to those who will allow themselves to suffer silently through another traditional dinner.
My small boyhood hometown Houston, Pennsylvania (1,500 residents in the fifties and still that size today) was comprised of many nationalities. Some of the most prominent were Greek, Italian, Czechoslovakian and Polish. My mother was born to Russian immigrants. I did not include any Russian recipes because they were not very good dishes. Take Borscht beet soup for example.
Here are some winners that were a part of life back then. Give making them a try or order some from abundant online sources.
May I have seconds?