Growing up in middle America in the 80’s I did what most children did around this time of year. I made pilgrim and Indian headbands out of coloured construction paper and traced my hand to make turkeys; labeling each finger/plume with something I was thankful for etc. It was many years before I was made aware of the history and historical whitewashing around what was, and will continue to be, my favourite holiday in the calendar year (other than my birthday of course), Thanksgiving. In fact, it wasn’t until high school that the curtain was pulled back ever so slightly to reveal facts around what was really America’s history. My feelings around the holiday became understandably conflicted.
Upon moving to New Mexico in my early twenties, enveloped in a culture so heavily influenced by the nineteen Native American Pueblos residing within the state, I knew for certain never again would I repeat the stories told to me in elementary school around the holiday. They just weren’t true. Instead, I would work to embody the spirit of the things I loved about the holiday itself; the opportunity and excuse to slow down, to spend time with loved ones, and to create a celebratory feast; aspects that seem to repeat themselves in different ways amongst all cultures. Lunar New Year, Passover, Christmas, Diwali, Ramadan all contain elements around the celebration of family, food, and connection. In fact, these three things feel more like the universal elements of humanity itself rather than restricted to one specific holiday or culture; the glue that continually reunites and reminds us how lucky we are to have the capacity to appreciate our experiences.

This casserole, which feels more like a steamed pudding in texture, was originally served by my mother at Passover in the springtime and was always one of my very favorite things she would put on the Seder table (charoset being a close second). Given the seasonality of the ingredients, however, I’d like to make a case that this dish would be perfect for a Thanksgiving dinner as well.
During the time period of “the first Thanksgiving”, the pre-contact Native American diet was very different than what we might recognise on the current day holiday table. A diet free from dairy, beef, pork and wheat. No macaroni and cheese, no butter-laden mashed potatoes or dinner rolls. I am not suggesting we bear in mind authenticity when creating our holiday feast menu, as clearly we jumped that shark a very, very long time ago, I’m simply saying that given the circumstances, you could make a case for any and all dishes you choose to serve. Keeping in mind the seasonality when choosing your ingredients, however, will not only make for a better dish but also might serve in some small way, an acknowledgment of one of the core principles of Native American culture; the connection and gratitude to the land. It is Thanksgiving after all.
Don’t forget to harvest your marshmallow trees while they’re still in bloom!

Serve with vanilla ice cream!
Totes!
Love this piece Adrienne…You write beautifully and your recipe looks delicious…but all that grating! Hugs and Hellos to the girls and Nick. And Happy Thanksgiving. Marj
Thanks so much, Marj! Happy Thanksgiving to you too! (PS- I use the grater setting on the food processor and it’s done in about 30 seconds). xo