Thanksgiving, the American ‘Fiesta’

November 23, 2017November 24, 2017 | Chelsea

Your alarm goes off and you peel your eyes open to be partially blinded by your phone’s screen. The time reads 5:30am and you sit up straight and begin to stretch. Out in the kitchen you make yourself a cup of coffee and rest before beginning to prepare the biggest feast of the year. The menu is the same every year, but you still find yourself meticulously going over each recipe to make sure you didn’t forget any ingredients. No one wants to run to the neighbor’s house today to ask for a forgotten can of cream, or half cup of sugar.

After you contend that you have everything you could possibly need you begin to prepare the traditional dishes. Slowly and steadily the table begins to fill. The rest of the house wakes up to the sweet aroma of cooking foods. The family is immediately hungry and eager for the feast to come. You take a short break to watch the parade, and get ready to welcome family and old friends to share in the spirit of….

Thanksgiving? Fiesta? The end of that sentence is entirely up to you, Bahala ka.

On the surface these events seem very different, but the purpose of these celebrations is rooted in values that know no cultural bounds. Family, food, and cultural pride.

Christmas has begun

Family.

Fiesta, or Thanksgiving, family travels far and wide to come home and celebrate with their loved ones. The house is brought to life by warm hugs and conversations of life in the year (or years) past.

Food.

These holidays are nothing without the food! Buko salad, lechon, pansit, fried chicken, macaroni salad, fruit salad, among others grace the table during fiesta as stuffing, turkey, sweet potato casserole, and cranberry sauce do during Thanksgiving.

Cultural Pride.

Both of these celebrations have parades that go along with them that highlight distinctive traits of their respective cultures. It had never occurred to me how deeply cultural the Thanksgiving day parade was until I saw the fiesta parades of the Philippines.

To me, the fiesta parades illustrated cultural value, history, and folklore. The dancers describe historical happenings, and the floats are designed to highlight important foods and exports. The Thanksgiving day parade is no different. The Thanksgiving day parade highlights foods that are typically used in it’s celebration, turkey, pumpkins, apples. We also dress in costume that is meant to be a tribute to the history of the holiday (the accuracy of this costume and version of history is another story). Many of it’s floats and acts are unique to the United States, whether they feature TV cartoon characters, a scene from a new Broadway show, or well-known celebrities.

It’s a fascinating experience to take a step back, and analyze my own culture on a larger scale. Describing the culture of the United States to people who have never experienced it, is a very difficult task. People want generalizations.

What do Americans eat?

What do Americans wear?

What sort of things do Americans do?

I always find it impossible to answer questions that generalize about the United States, because we are a country of such vast cultural diversity. Of course not EVERYONE in The United States celebrates Thanksgiving the same, but it’s one of the few generalizations I feel comfortable making.

Americans celebrate Thanksgiving, it holds a different meaning for different people. For my family it’s the epitome of autumn celebrations. Thanksgiving signifies the end of fall and the beginning of the Christmas season. It’s a time for family and to be thankful. Usually at my home we celebrate by cooking up all of the traditional foods, and a few of our own specialties (chocolate chocolate cake, cheesecake by mistake, to name a few of my mom’s famous dishes). We eat far too much and end up watching the movie ‘Elf’ in our sleepy, stuffed, stupor to officially start the Christmas season.

Christmas has begun

Post Thanksgiving Food Coma

1 Thanksgiving dinner later…

This year I taught my host nieces how to make hand turkeys, baked apple pie and stuffing. Tonight I’ll feel a little homesick while I video chat with my family, and I’ll make them turn the camera towards the television so I can watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade.

As the ‘firsts’ turn into ‘lasts’ this year, I can’t help but wonder maybe next year I’ll be experiencing similar feelings as I force feed my family in the United States buko salad to celebrate fiesta…

Get Ready, Get Set, BOODLE FIGHT: Tips and tricks to surviving a boodle fight

May 19, 2017January 9, 2022 | Chelsea

Boodle fighting is serious business.

Joke lang.

Similar many other traditions in filipino culture, this is a fun and light-hearted activity that takes place at many family reunions, and fiestas.

The Boodle Fight is a style of eating. As a Philippine Military Academy tradition, cadets would gather around a long table of foods arranged on top of banana leaves and eat together ‘kamayan’ or with your hands. This tradition is said to perpetuate oneness, and equality, as soldiers of different ranks would partake in one boodle fight. Haphazardly, a boodle fight is also every person for themselves as the food is ‘fought’ over until not a grain of rice remains!

So how does one survive a boodle fight? Having participated in three this past week, consider me your personal spirit guide on all things boodle fight related.

First things first, battle field preparation

The table arrangement is very important. The table must be long enough to accommodate an entire platoon of family and friends, but also must be wide enough to hold plenty of rice, ulam (main dish), soups, sauces, and fruits.

Once you are content with your table arrangement, all of the tables must be dressed with banana leaves. Don’t worry about not having enough to cover the table, there’s always a nearby banana tree with some leaves to spare if you’re running short.

Second, What’s a Boodle Fight Without Food?

Of course you MUST have food. Be sure to cook plenty of rice as this will run down the table in two thick lines. Have plenty of rice on reserve to replenish throughout the boodle.

Most of the boodle fight food is prepared on a grill over charcoal. The grill requires two Ates. While one person grills, the other fans the coals and the chefs because the Philippine summer is MAINIT-ON (the hottest). Of course not all of the ulams are prepared over the grill, a stew or two is usually on the table as well. Be sure to have plenty of ulam options, but also be wary of your table’s carrying capacity.

FINALLY, THE SET-UP

Each ‘section’ of the boodle fight table must have equal reachability to all the different types of ulam. This gets particularly tricky when you have to fit 6 different ulams, as well as sauces and fruits, all within the reachability margin. But don’t despair, it is possible. It may take a few rounds of rearranging, but it is possible to fit various ulams, soups, sauces, and fruits between the two rows of rice.

TIPS: BOODLE FIGHT ETIQUETTE

There are a few ‘do’s and don’ts’ that go along with boodle fighting.

First, do not start early.

The food may look delicious, but you must not start a second before the person in charge says so. Keep those hands ‘taas-on an kamay!’ (hands up high!)

Second, do not switch spots.

This is highly frowned upon (and why it’s so important that all the different ulams are equally reachable from every spot).

Third, when you’re finished clear out!

Move out the way for the next round of hungry fighters!

Finally, have fun and stuff your face!

No one leaves a boodle fight ‘gutom’ (hungry).

To my Filipino readers, post in the comments section any steps, tips, or tricks, I may have missed!

One less Turkey in the Yard

December 2, 2016March 29, 2017 | Chelsea

My preparation for Pinoy Thanksgiving started about two weeks prior to The Big Day. Since it’s now the holiday season (has been since September but we’ll talk about that another day) I’m going to give this story a little Christmas flair.

Twas the day before Thanksgiving and I twas freaking out

Are kamote and sweet potato the same thing? I was beginning to have my doubts

The count of turkeys in the yard went from four to three

How very interesting this Thanksgiving is turning out to be

So my Kuya killed a turkey. Me, Maria, Kat, and Quevy watched as he pulled out the guts and cleaned it.

Quervy danced around the metal basin as her sister held the legs, she poked the turkey and said ‘Kadiri, kadiri’ (Gross, gross).

As I watched, I thought about how similar it looked to the dissections I did in biology lab- putting my biology degree to good use! It was actually really cool, there were 5 or 6 underdeveloped eggs, that looked like small tangerines piled inside the turkey among its intestines and organs, and one big egg that was almost ready to be laid-we would have those for dinner a few nights later. Masarap.

Twas the day of Thanksgiving it had finally arrived!

I took a few deep breaths, ‘it will turn out fine!’

I laid out the dishes I had worked hard to prepare

And pleaded, ‘the ingredients weren’t quite right, to be fair!’

Thanksgiving was here! I spent the better part of the day being terrified of how my makeshift thanksgiving would turn out. Kamote casserole, stuffing, a turkey with its head and feet still attached, and a dish I had named ‘Pinoy Apple Pie’ for dessert.

On top of my anxiety, I could help feeling a little bit homesick as I thought of Thanksgivings past. I thought about Hailey’s Thanksgiving Trivia last year, the first year I had Thanksgiving in Florida with my Grandpy, the year my Grandpy surprised me with my crew of cousins and sisters showing up. And of course let us not forget about the Whipped Cream Incident of 2005 that ended with a hot headed baby Dennis covered in whipped cream, and a silent dining room as we waited for the wrath of Dennis to incur. I laughed as I remembered the wall behind him covered as well and how lucky we all felt when he laughed and said ‘Grandpy, you got it all over me!’ I thought about how all of the people I love most in the world seemed so far away from me.

But then as I ate my first Thanksgiving dinner without my family surrounding me, I couldn’t help but recognize certain similarities. Quervy scooping the marshmallows off the top of the sweet potato casserole, just like every other Fowler and Joosten kid has done at one point or another. Romelissa came into the kitchen to check out what I was cooking she popped a marshmallow into her mouth on the way out, she said ‘I want this’. I laughed and said ‘you’re checking to make sure it’s not poisonous!’ and thought of my Grampy and Uncle Larry who are “thoughtfully” always checking all of our desserts for ‘poison’. I could see signs of my family’s love all around me merging across cultures and ages in ways that warmed my heart.

And despite my trepidations, dinner came out wonderfully! The stuffing was spot on, and now the family’s favorite. The kamote/sweet potato casserole was an interesting mix of the two cultures. And finally, the Pinoy Apple Pie. There’s no oven in my house, and I wouldn’t even know where to buy pie crust, so I decided to make the filling for an apple pie and serve it over butterscotch caramel ice cream. To add in some genuine Filipino flare, I added pili nuts to the apple mixture. The pili nut is specific to my region and it often coated with sugar. Served up hot, over ice cream, it was PINAKA-SIRAM (the most delicious!).

After dinner was over, Quervy was in her Nanay’s arms falling into her first Thanksgiving Food Coma and we were sitting in the kitchen in a similar state. I sat there feeling full, and thankful for everything. For my host family who have welcomed me into their home, my community and LGU family who have also welcomed me with open arms. For those who have provided me with this opportunity, and of course all of my family and friends who support me from all over the world and keep me updated on their lives so we don’t feel so far away. My heart and my stomach felt busogon (the fullest) as my Ate got up to wash the dishes. She paused as she got up and said ‘Oh I eat so much!’ I laughed and decided that officially deemed my first Pinoy Thanksgiving a success.