Not that I want to be a pilgrim (or even associated with one), but for some reason I have weird pilgrim-ish clothing in my closet, so I figured why not take a picture for my Thanksgiving food post?

I got the dress at a Salvation Army for $4 a few months ago. It’s awesome in a colonial sort of way. The cute itty bitty chicks on my shoulder aren’t attached to the dress, I anchored them on for the picture.

Every year when Thanksgiving comes around I always think of King Missile, specifically their song “The Indians.”  (What’s that, you say you don’t know of King Missile? You should check them out! They’re only, oh I don’t know, the funniest band EVER!)

For your entertainment, here are the lyrics to “The Indians.”

The Indians lived all over this land before we came and killed them.
That was very bad of us.
We thought we needed the land,
But for the most part,
We just ruined it anyway,
And now, nobody can use it.
That’s the way we are.
We’re pigs.
One of my favorite foods to eat is called corn.
The Indians call it, “maize.”
We call the Indians, “Indians.”
This is because Columbus thought he was in India
When he first came to this land.
Some people say we should call the Indians, “Native Americans,”
‘Cause they were here in America before us,
But before us,
This land wasn’t called, “America.”
It was named “America” by a mapmaker who never even came here.
He just lived in Europe
And made maps and when he found out about this land,
He just made a map of it,
And just put his name on it,
‘Cause he could.
That’s the way we are.
We’re pigs.

As I was writing this,
A cockroach fell from the sky and onto the table.
I killed it,
‘Cause I did.
That’s the way I am.
This doesn’t really have very much to do with the Indians, though.
I guess I got kind of sidetracked.
Anyway, I hope you see my point.

I was originally thinking about making a posole and pumpkin stew for Un-turkey day, but I decided to make calzones instead, hoping to go as far away from tradition as possible. I think it worked….

We started off with a salad of romaine lettuce, purple cabbage, roasted sweet potato wedges and pomegranate seeds with an apple cider vinaigrette. My sister Susan apparently doesn’t like  pomegranate seeds, but that’s her problem (aka more for me).

I think my mom was a little scared when I told her I was making broccoli raab calzones, but everybody really loved them. I made a chickpea and sage puree to go on the side, along with tomato sauce and tangelo roasted carrots. The calzones had caramelized onions (deglazed with vermouth), garlic, pine nuts, broccoli raab, oil-cured black olives, and a couple of other things I’m forgetting.

The chickpea and sage puree had chickpeas, roasted garlic, fresh sage, olive oil, lemon juice, and salt + pepper. When I moved out I took my food processor with me, so I had to use a blender, but it turned out okay.

The tangelo roasted carrots were really good! I made a mixture of sesame oil, shoyu, tangelo zest + juice, and maple syrup and poured it over the carrots before they went in the oven.

Last but not least, for dessert we had individual gingerbread cakes with sauteed apples + cinnamon coconut whipped cream. Oh yeah, there was also a blackberry brandy reduction on the plate for a little sweetness and color.
The apples were a little mealy, and everyone agreed that they took away from the rest of the dessert. I bet warm applesauce would go better, maybe I’ll try that next time. Susan thought the gingerbread was a bit strong, but she has WASPy taste buds, so we can’t go by her.