We all gather at my sister's farm. The cows still have to be milked and fed, so that's the only way her crew can join the festivities. Stepping into her beautiful, 150 year old farmhouse on Thanksgiving is like stepping back in time. She roasts a farm-raised turkey while one of her boys deep fries another. We all bring sides and desserts. I swear the table groans before we eat as badly as the bellies groan afterwards - and for the same reason: too much food!
My designated dish is fried cauliflower. Apparently I'm not allowed to come without it. It's an old tradition started nearly a hundred years ago when my grandfather's huge Italian family all gathered for the big Holiday meal. All these years, the story was that food was scarce, especially through the Depression, and cauliflower was cheap and easy to grow, so it was simply available. After all these years, though, I've finally figured out the real reason.
The "cheap and available" part is true, but not the main reason behind it. With dozens of children underfoot, all clamoring for dinner, a cheap filler comes in handy. No kid wants plain cauliflower, but when its' fried, magic happens! That bowl of fried cauliflower is the only thing they're allowed to raid without pestering an adult. By the time the meal is organized and everyone is ready to eat, the littles have taken the edge off their hunger and the adults can eat in peace. Now THAT's a tradition I can live with!