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Even though I'm vegan, and my family has more than adapted by either making dishes vegan or setting aside little portions of dishes to be made vegan, I still miss the hell out of deviled eggs.
The first time I decided to cook Thanksgiving dinner I was 16. I loved to cook, so I was really excited to bake a turkey, and make all the fixings. My grandparents were driving up for the occasion, and on the way they got... food poisoning. So, there I was with a beautiful Thanksgiving dinner, and half my family was upstairs in the bathroom. It was pretty hard to enjoy that meal, but now we look back on it with laughter.
PS- For the vegans, try TOFUCKEN. It won't replace deviled eggs, but it was the most delicious vegan thanksgiving treat I've ever tried (and I think I've probably tried them all). My friend made this creation herself, and even bakes it in a turkey pan!
http://www.sushiesque.com/sushiesque/2007/11/tofucken-pt-iii.html
My second year living in Japan, a couple friends and I decided to host a Thanksgiving party. Of course, I had never cooked a turkey before, nor did we realize at the time what a challenge this would prove to be. First of all, there was not one turkey to be purchased in our town of over 100,000 people - and believe me, we checked every place that one might reasonably be. So we ended up having to drive two hours north to Sapporo to pick up a smallish, frozen bird. That challenge overcome, we got back to our town only to realize, idiotically, that a Japanese kitchen is not equipped with an oven. (I should say that all this happened the morning of Thanskgiving, a few hours before guests were set to arrive, many driving hours to come partake of our American tradition of a turkey meal.) Scrambling, we chopped the frozen turkey up into pieces and baked each chunk individually in a toaster oven, a process that took many hours. The plus to this improvisation, however, was that people had to wait around for the next chunk to come out of the oven (and while they waited, they drank more and more wine.) Our Thanksgiving meal ended up stretching from around 2 until almost midnight, with people eating turkey one or two at a time while they drank and grazed on the rest of the food.
Oh, and the turkey wasn't half bad.
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