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Filling the holiday table with a helping of heritage; recipes

A year ago, I wrote a humorous piece about Thanksgiving based on a virally successful satirical guide to attending a predominantly black barbecue. I wanted to give readers of my blog a laugh while asking a serious question: Are the foods and other cultural traditions that mark African American Thanksgiving dinners just as different? “How to Survive Black Thanksgiving as a Non-Black Guest” was a hit because, much like the piece it was based on, it confronted, head on, ideas about the unspoken rules and understandings of our collective food culture.

It made me realize that we lack a vocabulary that other ethnic groups have for the feelings and meanings behind, as one person put it, “how we be.” There should be, but there is no African American version of Michael Pollan’s “Food Rules.” American ethnic groups have different versions of the same social slips, family politics and awkward moments – so that’s not unique. What is special is the approach to the foods of African American Thanksgiving meals and the ideas and history behind them.

The collective West and Central African cultural past and slavery are key ingredients that spice and flavor the African American table like no other. It goes without saying that much of “white Southern” holiday food owes its savor to the influence of black cooks and to living in the vicinity of black cultures. Thanksgiving, in fact, wasn’t even around during slavery; it was embraced by some black families during Reconstruction and beyond, and even then not everybody celebrated it, including the family of esteemed Southern cook Edna Lewis. Some of the foods we like to eat at the holiday are based on a repertoire established in antebellum times. Corn shucking and other harvest time celebrations – where turkey, hot wheat bread or rolls (absolutely rare during slavery), cakes and ham might be enjoyed – were generally held in October and November, and this was typically followed by hog-killing time and its promises of fresh offal.

The Southern groaning table and the shadow rhythms of the antebellum past were reflected in what I knew growing up in Maryland, starting with the stale corn bread dish known as kush that became corn bread dressing. The table rarely included just one kind of meat, and turkey and ham often vied for the position of favorite, while only the strong ate the chitterlings and pigs’ feet. But if I could get past the sight of those, there were always the hot, slightly sweet homemade rolls glistening with butter and softer than fresh cotton. Greens, never seasoned with vinegar by either of my Southern grandmothers, were kissed by the frost and therefore at their peak at this time of year, and this was also black-eyed pea and sweet potato time, and we could count on sweet potatoes making more than one appearance on the table.

Although many of those dishes have links to the food world of slavery, some represent the glory of freedom, with deviled eggs and macaroni pie (the old Southern and Caribbean name for mac and cheese) being a prime example of the eggs, pasta and cheese that rarely if ever were enjoyed under the lash. Others, such as potato salad and peach cobbler, seem to be seasonally out of place, but they are well tuned to the communal spirit of African American foodways. Let’s face it: Potato salad is a relatively cheap dish to multiply in case of extra company or a large crowd. The colorful, creamy, perfectly seasoned dish whose recipe caterer Janice Canaday, a historical interpreter in Williamsburg, Va., shared with me is one of the best I’ve ever had.

To Adrian Miller, author of “Soul Food: The Surprising Story of an American Cuisine, One Plate at a Time,” holiday food is inextricable from soul food, which he said “is essentially the celebration food of the rural South.” In a conversation over email, he described the process like this: African Americans who left the South during the Great Migration used food as a way to recreate a sense of home, and as they prospered, special-occasion food became everyday food.

“This is a similar trajectory for the food story of most immigrant groups in the U.S.,” Miller said. “In fact, what we often think of as ‘ethnic food’ is usually the celebration food of ‘the old country’ of that people.”

According to Miller, black holiday menus “usually have soulful (spicy, sweet, pungent, and well ‘larded’) side dishes, desserts and some sort of red or purple drink to accompany the more universal entree (ham, turkey, prime rib, etc.).” Pumpkin and sweet potato pies connect to the longtime British dessert carrot pie. He and I agree that sweet potato wins out over pumpkin at the African American table because of the long history of sweet potatoes in the community; before pies were popular, enslaved people ate them roasted whole, as a pone and in puddings. But sweet potato pie is never alone.

“Sweet is the flavor that means holiday soul to me because I can’t help but think of that extra table for the dessert spread: lemon ice box pie, sweet potato pie, coconut cake, pound cake and peach cobbler,” Miller said. “Mercy! But when people assail soul food as being unhealthy, I urge them to remember that celebration food was never meant to be eaten regularly.”

When I asked my social-media community on Facebook and Twitter what their African American families ate for their holiday meals, they responded with lengthy, warm memories that sparked others to remember their own family traditions. Black Carolinians such as Harold Conyers, a scholar and proponent of traditional South Carolina barbecue, agree that turkey should be barbecued or should be paired with pork barbecue on the holiday table, while others insist on fried turkey (made popular by the late chef Austin Leslie of New Orleans) and even fried chicken. Smoky, peppery barbecued turkey is not a new invention; it’s right out of the barbecue past. Conyers’s recipe rejuvenates this tradition, a noted favorite of late Harlem restaurateur Sylvia Woods. Regionalisms permeate soul traditions and help enrich the stories we tell about our food and our perspective on what constitutes edible soul.

Folks from the “Creole Coast” and lower Mississippi Valley said that gumbo must be on the menu – whether it’s turkey or based on the game or seafood of the season. In a community that now blends traditions or includes family from Caribbean and West African immigrant communities, oxtails and peas and rice, Jollof rice and curried goat have joined the more traditional repertoire, while other families have incorporated Latin American and Filipino dishes such as mofongo and adobo. People spoke fondly of corn bread dressing flavored with hard-boiled eggs or turkey necks, sausage or chicken giblets – and sometimes too much sage. It was agreed across the board that sweet potato pie is the only way to go, that peach cobbler must be present (even though it’s out of season) and must have a flaky, buttery crust, and that sock-it-to-me cake (glazed yellow cake filled with pecans and cinnamon) as well as caramel cake should be at hand.

My friend KeKe Holiwell of Atlanta probably said it best in her response post: “Rutabagas . . . we always had rutabagas, slap-yo-mama mac-n-cheese, giblet gravy, yeast rolls, ‘conebread’ (not coRn bread) dressin’ with chunks of turkey in it, eggs, celery and it had a slightly green tinge because my grandma always added too much sage, sweet ‘tatuh souffle, or sweet yams drowning in brown ‘shugah’ syrup and ‘buttah,’ corn puddin’, collards, black-eyed peas, fried turkey, glazed ham, potato salad, fresh green beans, potato casserole. . . . Pecan pie, ‘nanna puddin’, pound cake with lemon icing, sock-it-to-me cake, hummingbird cake, peach cobbler . . . Then I became a vegan. I have NO IDEA what in the world I will eat this holiday season.”

Of all the values that our food embodies – honoring our past, gratitude, recognizing our own cultural diversity, communal eating, hospitality – holiday soul food is also a way to remember people and embrace the love and nourishment their lives represent. No holiday is complete without my mother’s macaroni and cheese, with its savory hints of garlic, bite of sharp cheddar and tinges of sweetness. I would always help Mom make the Thanksgiving meal, and being the official taste tester was one of my favorite things to do between washing collards and rubbing dried sage. Whenever I make this holiday treat, I can’t help but remember how our food brings us close to our ancestors.

While I pray for KeKe, give me some more barbecued turkey, potato salad and Mama’s macaroni and cheese. Amen, and pass the “to go” plates.

Pit-Cooked-Style Turkey

10 servings

Although it’s done on a charcoal grill, this low-and-slow way of cooking might be the closest thing to the way butterflied birds are cooked in the barbecue pits in Manning, S.C., where Michael Twitty visited during his Southern Discomfort historical culinary tour.

You’ll need patience and lots of charcoal.


One 10-to-12-pound whole turkey

1 teaspoon granulated garlic (garlic powder)

2 tablespoons seasoned salt, such as Lawry’s

2 teaspoons dried sage, crumbled

2 tablespoons lemon pepper or other salt-free seasoning

2 tablespoons kosher salt (optional)


Pat the bird dry with paper towels, inside and out. Invert it on a cutting board so the breast side is down. Use sturdy kitchen shears to cut along both sides of the backbone; remove the backbone and neck (and reserve for making stock, if you’d like). Gently press the bird open.

Stir together the granulated garlic, seasoned salt, crumbled dried sage and lemon pepper blend in a medium bowl; use this mixture to rub all inside the cavity of the turkey. Turn the bird over and rub some on the skin side as well. If you’d like the skin to be nicely crisped, rub the outside of the bird with the optional kosher salt. Let the turkey sit while you set up the grill.

Arrange about 80 charcoal briquettes piled four or five deep in an 18-inch-long semi-circle around the inside sloping edge of the grill, on the bottom grill grate. (If you’d like, place a drip pan under where the turkey will be, on that same bottom grate.) Light one end of it; as soon as the briquettes seem to be catching, position the top grill grate and place the turkey on it, breast side down. Close the lid and keep the vents closed; cook for 6 to 7 hours, watching closely to maintain a temperature of 250 degrees on the grill lid’s thermometer.

The turkey is done when the internal temperature of the breast meat, taken away from the bone, registers 165 on an instant-read thermometer. Let the bird rest for 20 to 30 minutes before carving.

Nutrition | Per serving: 400 calories, 73 g protein, 0 g carbohydrates, 10 g fat, 3 g saturated fat, 250 mg cholesterol, 1,160 mg sodium, 0 g dietary fiber, 0 g sugar

Soul Food Macaroni and Cheese

12 servings

Michael Twitty’s mother was the best cook in his family, says the food historian, so he learned all he could from her. Her hefty, firm-noodle-pudding take on this classic was prepared for every holiday meal, including Thanksgiving; he says dinner was not complete without it.

MAKE AHEAD: The assembled mac and cheese can be covered with plastic wrap and refrigerated a day in advance. Remove the plastic and let sit at room temperature for 20 minutes before baking. The baked mac and cheese can be covered tightly with aluminum foil and reheated in a 300-degree oven until warmed through.


1 tablespoon light brown sugar

1 teaspoon seasoned salt, such as Lawry’s

2 teaspoons granulated garlic (garlic powder)

1 teaspoon onion powder

1 teaspoon coarsely ground black pepper

1/2 teaspoon freshly grated nutmeg

16 tablespoons (2 sticks) unsalted butter, at a cool room temperature, cut into small pieces

8 ounces cream cheese, at room temperature

1 cup whole milk

One 12-ounce can evaporated milk

3 large eggs

1 pound dried elbow macaroni, cooked

8 ounces (2 cups) shredded sharp cheddar cheese

12 ounces packed, cubed Velveeta cheese

4 ounces shredded mild cheddar cheese

Sweet paprika


Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Use cooking oil spray to grease a 9-by-13-inch baking dish and the non-shiny side of a large piece of aluminum foil, then place the dish on a baking sheet.

Whisk together the brown sugar, seasoned salt, garlic powder, onion powder, black pepper and nutmeg in a medium bowl.

Place the butter and cream cheese in the bowl of a stand mixer or handheld mixer (or use a firm spoon); beat on medium speed until well incorporated. Stop to scrape down the bowl. Add the whole milk, evaporated milk and eggs, beating on low speed to incorporate, until smooth.

Combine the cooked macaroni, the shredded sharp cheddar cheese and the Velveeta cubes in a large mixing bowl. Add the butter mixture and spice mixture, stirring gently to distribute and coat evenly. Transfer to the baking dish on the baking sheet. Cover tightly with the foil (sprayed side down). Bake (middle rack) for 30 minutes, uncover and stir the mixture, then recover and bake another 15 to 30 minutes, or until just set.

Uncover; scatter the mild cheddar evenly over the top, then sprinkle lightly with the paprika. Return to the oven and bake for 10 to 15 minutes or until a crust forms on top. Serve warm.

Nutrition | Per serving: 610 calories, 22 g protein, 38 g carbohydrates, 41 g fat, 25 g saturated fat, 175 mg cholesterol, 860 mg sodium, 1 g dietary fiber, 9 g sugar

Twitty, an independent food scholar and historical interpreter, writes the Afroculinaria blog and is the author of the upcoming book “The Cooking Gene.” He will join our Free Range online chat with readers at noon Wednesday.