For some, Thanksgiving is a time for introspection and reflection. Others are struggling to come up with a good excuse not to make the 45-minute trek to their families in Orange County.
But Thanksgiving at Deutsch is a celebration of indulgence, a potluck featuring all the trailer trash treats of yesteryear. There are times when we are paragons of good taste. This is not one of them.
That means waiting in line at Kyle Aquistapace’s Frito Pie station, piling up pounds of mayo-based salads, “cheeze” dip, bacon-wrapped everything, blue raspberry soda and Blue Ribbon beers. It means preparing your gut for the upcoming holiday season while a 1979 episode of Dukes of Hazzard plays on the TVs and the stereo blasts Lynrd Skynrd.
Yesterday marked our 12th annual Thanksgiving potluck lunch. Like all our bellies, it seems to grow bigger and hungrier every year.
And now, to hibernate.