stepping out of the mold

There’s always at least one die-hard fan in the family, one person that will beg, insist, whine and demand that I must accompany my Thanksgiving meal with this item. After all, when it comes to Thanksgiving, I am a traditionalist, and this item is as traditional as it comes for them. And so, ever the compliant hostess with an unrelenting desire to please, I bite my tongue, force a grin, pull out the can opener and begin. As I work my way around the can’s edge, I remind myself to remain calm, begging for my mother’s proper Philadelphia genes to come through and handle this situation with dignity and grace, as those who knew her knew she would do. Alas, my Mediterranean spirit (point for dad) overrides any potential restraint and as my rusty can opener …Read on