I’ve never been a fan of the term “Orphan Thanksgiving;” it seems to imply that the people who attend such affairs are less loved, less worthy. I know that inference is mine rather than the implication of most of the people who use it. Still, it chafed when someone asked me yesterday what I was doing for the holiday and they used that term when I told him that I was cooking for some friends.
“Oh, an orphan Thanksgiving” he said, followed by “What’s on the menu?”
I will admit that I took some measure of joy in sharing my menu after absorbing that perceived slight.
Twice Baked New Potatoes with Pancetta and Black Truffles
Dauchiusse Potatoes or Fried Mashed Potatoes with Wasabi & Manchego
Artichoke, Mushroom, & Asparagus Casserole
Herbed Red Wine Mustard Crusted Pork Tenderloin
Roulade of Turkey, Duck, and Chicken Paillards done Confit Style
Sweetbread and Lamb Sausage Stuffing
And Winter Fruit Tarts with a Caramel Glaze
When he said “Wow, I’d be an orphan for that meal,” I tried not to smirk.