We never thought a tradition would end this way.
In 2015, I blogged about my in law's traditional family Christmas. We would all travel downstate, some 190 miles (305 km) to a city near New York City, and visit my mother in law's in laws. But in 2015, we had to move my mother in law (who is now 90) up here to be near two of her sons. We weren't able to make the trip.
A cousin of my spouse's hosted the dinner for years. Even during her two bouts with breast cancer, she insisted on hosting. She made her specialty. She told me she timed it around her bouts of tiredness and other side effects of the medication she was taking.
Tradition.
"I am not an accomplished cook." she told me once. "But all you need to do is learn to make one dish, and make it well. Make it better than anyone". And so, she developed her specialty.
Manicotti. The kind of manicotti that is pronounced "mon-i-gaut" (accent on the final syllable). Perish the thought anyone in my inlaw's family would ever pronounce it "man-i-cotti".
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In 2015, the thought of missing her manicotti hurt us almost as much as the fact that we would not see their maker or the other family.
So I begged my spouse to call, and get the recipe from her.
I didn't know if she would reveal the recipe. But she likes us. After some hesitation, she gave the recipe to us She emailed it to us. But first, she cautioned that my spouse (the family cook) really had no business making it. Perhaps she would come up and visit us, one day.
My spouse promised he would not embarrass the family.
He cooked the crepes.
He mixed the ricotta filling.
He assembled the manicotti. On Christmas Day 2015, he served it.
Now, in 2017, due to a combination of various situations, my spouse won't be making manicottis.
Instead, he will make a standing rib roast. I'm sure it will be delicious.
Maybe one day the homemade manicottis will be back on the menu. But for now, we have to let go of tradition.
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I dunno, Alana, I would definitely prefer my 'manigott' without that sauce. So, I could eat it....
ReplyDeleteAs it happens, my cousin in law also would make a vegetarian friendly (no meat) sauce and set a portion aside that hadn't touched meat as one of my husband's cousins is a lifelong vegetarian. So not everyone in that Italian Catholic family got the meatballs and sausage.
DeleteSigh...it's hard to let go of tradition. But enjoy your rib roast.
ReplyDeleteWe will - and we now may have to move up the dinner because we may have a snowstorm Christmas Eve into Christmas. We'll see (and you may still get it worse than us) Oh well.....
DeleteWe had traditional holiday foods on both the Italian and Polish sides of the family, but I started changing the menus several years ago. No complaints so far.
ReplyDeleteHere's to new traditions!
DeleteOh, wow. 'All you need to do is learn to make one dish, and make it well. Make it better than anyone', that's what my sister says always. But that's because she is plain lazy to learn to cook.
ReplyDeletePerhaps there's another day when the manicotti will be on the menu. New Year's Day is coming. Or perhaps this would be a good January 27th dish (just because). If you love it, you should make an occasion to have it. Just a thought.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this lovely story. What a pity you haven’t had manicotti for two years now. It is sad when a tradition fades away.... perhaps you may revive it another day!
ReplyDeleteWow! I so loved that line, Alana! "All you need to do is learn to make one dish well!" You know, I am not a great cook, and am always worried what people might say. But, these words of wisdom are sure going to help me feel better. I do make certain dishes really well..I pour my love in making them and feel so proud of my efforts!
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this story! How I wish I could taste the tempting manicotti!
Oh my gosh, those look delicious! I don't think I've ever had that variety.
ReplyDeleteMy mom always makes spaghetti for Christmas, I have no idea why as we aren't Italian but I never complained! :)