The day after Thanksgiving was always Mike's favorite day of the year. Absolutely NO eating of leftovers. Early on it was watching Planet of the Apes movies with his brothers and ordering in pizza. In more recent years it was an outing--maybe to Cedar Hill Cemetery or to the Wadsworth Atheneum.
That was just a preliminary sidelight to the main event as far as Mike was concerned. The main event was a trip to Hartford's Franklin Street, once the heart of the Italian section of the city. For Mike, it was pure nostalgia and real comfort food. Nothing says "Thanksgiving" like a salami and provolone grinder* and a bag of chips from Giant Grinder.
Then, on to Modern Pastry Shop for a box of assorted Italian cookies to bring home--or maybe gobble down on the trip back to Vermont.
Life changes. Established traditions change as well. We all have to work around that fact at some point. New traditions come into being and that is not such a bad thing. But we also want to preserve something of our pasts.
The day after Thanksgiving (which was actually very pleasant and not nearly as trying as I made it out to be in my previous post), I left for a trip to Connecticut. I joined Mike's sister and brother and families for dinner at an Italian family restaurant--Roma's in East Hartford, where they make the best eggplant parm I have ever tasted, on Friday night.
On Saturday my sister-in-law and I walked, talked, shopped, took in a movie, had a lovely salmon dinner, drank wine, and just had a good time together. I am sure that Mike was smiling down on my new kick off to the holiday season, although with a tear for the lack of a salami and provolone grinder (especially for it being replaced with eggplant).
And now, a week of diet and fasting and exercise.
*Grinder is New England for sub, hero, hoagie, etc. kind of sandwich.