My parents celebrated their first Thanksgiving in the mid-1960s. My family had recently emigrated from Cuba, and we had plenty to be thankful for. But since Thanksgiving isn’t celebrated in Cuba, we had no traditions to follow.
My mother solved that problem by thoroughly embracing American tradition. Roast turkey with bread stuffing. Sweet potatoes. Cranberry sauce--the slice-and-serve type. And green bean casserole. I don’t know where she got the recipe for the casserole but it invariably, should I say, “graced” our table.
Yep. Canned green beans, canned cream of mushroom soup and canned fried onions. How could anyone possibly miss it?
Strangely, I kind of do. I’d never willingly make it now, but it does bring back warm, happy memories. Canned memories.