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Hi Reader, I was a horribly neglected child. There—I said it. And somewhere, a cadre of ancestors is already spinning in their rosary-laden coffins. When it came to dessert, I was an Olympian, the equivalent of an elite athlete. I was constantly training. At every meal, I assessed my competitors’ positions, gauged their distance from our common prize, calculated wind shear—anything for a millisecond’s advantage. All to execute my move to get the biggest, best, most gorgeous piece of any pie, cake, brownie, or cookie. I was truly awesome to behold. Yet, no one saw the makings of a champion. My talent, sugar-fueled and sublime, withered on the vine. You see, at our house, dessert was an afterthought—my father had no sweet tooth, and my mother no inclination to bake.
Only Vovó Costa, my maternal grandmother, baked, and, well, as fiercely competitive as I was, I saw no glory in knocking down a sweet old woman who was built like Danny DeVito just to win the latest gold medal. I was unseen, invisible, neglected. And Thanksgiving dinner was where I felt the pain of my wasted talent the most. Maybe it’s because Thanksgiving dinner is basically a Barrage of Beige—turkey, gravy, potatoes, stuffing—delicious, yes, but beige. Band-Aid Beige, to be exact. But dessert was where the dinner pulsated to life. Pumpkin pie, pecan tart, chocolate something-or-other, cookies from Fernandes Bakery, puffy things pumped full of the lightest whipped cream, my grandmother's malassadas (butt-ugly but fabulously flavored donuts). Was I allowed to show off? To execute a leap so graceful it landed me at the very epicenter of the dessert folding table? No! Why? Because my neglectful mother tightly clutched the back of my waistband of my Robert pants in her hand, thus allowing the parade of pathetic cousins—with nary a skill among them—to get in line before me. I had to watch their clumsy attempts at cutting slices of cake or, WORSE (!), using my mom's ornately stamped stainless-steel pie server to hack away at the store-bought pumpkin pie, leaving nothing but its mangled guts mounded in the aluminum tin. AMATEUR! Only then was I allowed to tour the stable, scooping up the artless remains of their work. It’s this childhood horror—let’s call it what it is: full-blown holiday PTSD—that explains why desserts now take center stage at our Thanksgiving table. And if I may, I'd like to offer some advice to young, hopeful dessert Olympians out there who might also be thwarted by neglectful parents:
🥇Dessert Strategy for Thanksgiving Victory
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