Turkey Lurking in the Shadows

This weekend it became extremely clear that we are in the swell of fall. That can only mean one thing- the holidays are right around the corner. I think food is the backbone of all holidays. It’s what tradition springs from and many times it is what defines family. Gathering around a table for Thanksgiving or Christmas brings relatives, memories and traditions together- food is at its core.

Recently, I was at a birthday party for my brother in law, and there was more food there than I care to remember. However, they were all things I’ve grown to think of party staples when it comes to food. My epiphany came when I realized half of those dishes come from my brother in law’s family, and how the two families have truly become one- food at its core. I see this transformation taking place with my family and my husband’s. As our families come together, I wonder how that will transform into a new food tradition. As I grow to learn their food staples, I wonder how they will blend together.

I look forward to the holidays- it’s really the first time this year our families have time to relax and enjoy each other’s company. And I don’t know whether Thanksgiving will be in NJ or DE, I am excited to see what foods will be made and what experiences we have to look forward to.


What are some of your families holiday food traditions?



It’s been a million years since I had a Mallomar. And it’s not that I don’t like them, but I never paid them much mind. Until this year.

I was food shopping a few weeks ago and there was this OBNOXIOUS display at the supermarket advertising how ‘MALLOMARS ARE BACK!!!!’ All I could think was “Where did they go?” Later that day, someone posted the same thing on Facebook.

I let the thought slip away for a week and today I saw them again. So I bought a box. The whole way home I kept thinking about why ‘they’re back and where they went.’ I immediately googled it and found a NY Times article from 2005 telling the history of this fluffy treat. And I never knew they were considered a ‘seasonal’ cookie. Here’s a link to read for yourself:


Two facts I got out of the article I find odd:

1. 70% of a Mallomars are sold in the NYC region.

2. The reason they are seasonal after all these years is because they melt in the summer! Who would have thought!

Where the hell have I been in the Mallomar Capital of the World all these years? Perhaps my vision was blurred by Oreos and Girl Scout cookies, but I am now a true fan. And I won’t be sad when they hibernate this summer- because to me they always reminded me of a s’more. So I’ll eat them instead.


Does anyone else think Mallomars look like boobs with nipples? I do!