I have fond memories of the night BEFORE Thanksgiving. Growing up my house was always in a state of activity the day before Thanksgiving. Mom usually took care of the important Italian Thanksgiving essentials the night before like these yummy artichokes. The secret is to steam them FOR-EVER until they literally melt in your mouth. I was usually helping with cleaning and prepping. My dad…he was a blur of in and out of the house running errands to prepare for our Thanksgiving celebration. It became a running joke, no sooner did he arrive home from braving the grocery store than he’d have to head back out for something else. Dad put on a lot of miles during Thanksgiving eve.
I imagine the Iuliano house looks a lot like my own on Thanksgiving Eve with foods in various states of readiness and family gathering, in and out of the house, in preparation of the feast to come. The best thing about Thanksgiving Eve is bar none, THE PIES. Mama made an extra apple this year because, horrors of all horrors, I almost didn’t get a piece last year. I was still in digesting mode when others started on dessert. Before too long, only one piece of apple pie remained. Mama wrapped it and stashed it for her girl!
I imagine Mama Iuliano makes a pie for each of her sons, plus several more of nearly every variety for the rest of the masses. What pies do her boys love best? Rafe goes for Apple, Tony likes the Pecan, Vince gets his own Pumpkin pie, but it is understood he will take a taste of them all.
What does Thanksgiving Eve look like in your house?