(The Federalist) -- Thanksgiving at my grandmother’s house was always a feast of epic proportions. There wasn’t room on the dining room table for all the food. The classics—stuffing, sweet potato casserole, cranberry sauce, et cetera—were always there. Each food is associated in my mind with the woman who would make it: the stuffing was my grandmother’s specialty. My mother was the sweet potato casserole pro. My aunt religiously made the green bean casserole.
But Thanksgiving these days seems to be more complicated than the holiday of my childhood. It’s not just because of political differences or familial awkwardness: increasingly, it seems to be the food that fosters disharmony.
Americans have gotten increasingly intense about what they eat. Perhaps they believe in eating vegan, vegetarian, raw, gluten-free, dairy-free, or paleo; perhaps they only purchase and consume organic food. But regardless of the fad one follows, food has become the anxious obsession of our society.
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