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This is Our Family

Rosana Jamous helps her daughter Sarah choose from traditional Thanksgiving foods and Middle Eastern fare. Photo by Bill Goehring.

Sioux Falls is South Dakota’s melting pot, with over 120 languages spoken in its schools. Moving to the rural Midwest can be a shock for immigrants trying to learn a new culture and new traditions. Thanks to restaurateur Sanaa Abourezk, the city’s Middle Eastern community has fully embraced one of America’s most loved holidays — Thanksgiving.

Abourezk and her husband James, who served as South Dakota’s U.S. congressman and senator in the 1970s, met while Abourezk was working at the Embassy of Qatar in Washington, D.C. Once married, the couple moved to Rapid City, but Sanaa was lonely so they relocated to Sioux Falls where she quickly befriended other immigrants from her home country of Syria and neighboring countries.

“We used to get together and the kids played,” Abourezk says.”Then it dawned on us that the kids go to school and they hear about Thanksgiving. ‘My grandma made this. My aunt made this.'” So the friends decided to celebrate the quintessential American holiday together to give their children that communal experience.

Farid Kutayli and his wife Salwa hosted the first few gatherings in their home about 15 years ago. But the celebration quickly relocated to the Abourezks’ restaurant, Sanaa’s 8th Street Gourmet, in downtown Sioux Falls.”If we know somebody who moved to town we also invite them because we want them to have Thanksgiving with us as a family,” Abourezk says.”Last year I think we had about 60 adults and we have kids running all over. That’s why no house can fit us anymore.”

Khalil Yousef photographs the growing group each year. “They’re not blood relatives, but for us this is the family,” he says. “That’s really the key. It makes you feel like you belong and that you’re not alone. The good food is a bonus.”

Abourezk made all the food when she first hosted the Thanksgiving party in her restaurant but she was too exhausted to enjoy the party, so now the gathering is potluck. Abourezk still provides the turkeys and American staples like baked breads, mashed potatoes and corn. It is common for platters of green bean casserole and sweet potatoes to sit beside Arabic delicacies like kibbeh (bulgar wheat mixed with beef or lamb, topped with pine nuts), kanafeh (a cheese pastry soaked in sugary syrup) or hashwet ruz (a rice pilaf that the group prefers over bread stuffing).

Raed Sulaiman, a pathologist, dons an apron to carve the turkeys.”My little one is always excited to see it,” says Rosana Jamous, a stay-at-home mom to three daughters.”The kids, their eyes are so big watching.” The bird isn’t unusual to the adults; it’s commonly served on Christmas in Lebanon and on Easter in Syria. A prayer follows the carving, sometimes spoken in Spanish because students study it in high school”and if you say the Thanksgiving prayer in Spanish at your Thanksgiving you get extra credit,” says Alya, Abourezk’s daughter.”Usually we end up doing it in English, especially for the kids because none of us speak Arabic well.”

Christiane Maroun, a pediatrician, recalls introducing herself to a newcomer last year as she waited in line for food.”She was expecting a baby and she said, ‘Oh, I’m so happy that somebody here is from Lebanon so I will be more comfortable bringing my baby to you,'” Maroun says.”She was so relieved she wouldn’t need a translator.”

Riyad Mohama, a cardiologist, and his wife Rima, a pharmacist, moved to Sioux Falls 22 years ago. The transition wasn’t easy; they came in January to a lot of snow.”I told my husband, ‘I don’t think I’m going to be staying here for a long time. We should move somewhere else,'” Rima recalls. But she loves Sioux Falls now.”Thanksgiving reminds me of my country because that’s how we live there. It’s very social,” she says.”It’s hard that we don’t have any relatives here, but when we do this, the kids can see that this is our family.”


Vegetable Almond Rice Pilaf

(Hashwet Ruz)

1/2 cup olive oil

1 medium onion, finely chopped

1 clove garlic, minced

1/2 teaspoon finely shredded fresh ginger

2 cups basmati rice

1 cup sweet peas, fresh or frozen

1 cup diced carrots, about 1/2-inch cubes, fresh or frozen

1/2 cup chopped dried cranberries

2 tablespoons finely chopped candied orange peels or orange marmalade

1/2 cup slivered almonds, toasted

1 teaspoon turmeric

dash of red pepper

sea salt to taste

Heat 1/4 cup olive oil and sautÈ onion for 4 minutes. Add garlic and ginger, then stir for 1 minute. Add 4 1/2 cups water, salt and turmeric and bring to a boil. Add rice and stir, returning mixture to a boil. Reduce heat to low, cover and simmer for 15 minutes. Then turn off heat and rest on the stove for another 15 minutes.

While rice is resting, heat remaining olive oil on medium heat in a sautÈ pan. Add the vegetables, stirring for 2 minutes. Stir in cranberries and chopped orange peels or marmalade. Season with salt and red pepper, then cook another 2 minutes. Turn off heat and set aside. Spoon rice into deep serving platter, spoon vegetable mixture over the rice and sprinkle toasted almonds on top. Serves 6.

Editor’s Note: This story is revised from the November/December 2015 issue of South Dakota Magazine. To order a copy or to subscribe, call (800) 456-5117.

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Tried and New

Thanksgiving is right around the corner. Every food centric website is bursting with recipes that promise to change your life, be a fun twist on a classic or prove to be the easiest hack ever for your holiday meal.

However, at the end of the day, 99.6 percent of home cooks are sticking with their tried-and-true family favorites. You aren’t alone if you read through countless new recipes, but never refer to them again. Thanksgiving is truly a meal of comfort and gratitude.

I am one of those traditionalists. Occasionally, I may try something new for our meal, but usually, it is in addition to what I feel are essentials. I am thankful for turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, gravy, roasted butternut squash (instead of sweet potatoes), cranberry sauce, brussels sprouts or green beans and dinner rolls. Those HAVE TO be on my Thanksgiving table. I have my favorite methods for preparing them, and I seldom deviate regardless of how many other recipes I may browse that offer me”a little something special.”

So, what am I, a food columnist, going to offer you this holiday season that will change your life? What fun twist on a classic do I have up my sleeve? What is an easy hack that will be a little something special? I present Cranberry Mustard.

You may not want or need Cranberry Mustard on your Thanksgiving table but trust me. It is the seasonal condiment for leftover turkey sandwiches that will make you thankful. Put a dish of Cranberry Mustard on your charcuterie board. Pair it with goat cheese on crackers, any deeply rich and earthy sausage (like braunschweiger), or some hard cheeses and cream cheese. This recipe does make a lot. Portion some into pretty little jars and share with your friends and family. In addition to turkey, it is great with ham, pork, and even sausages roasted with pierogis. You will be thankful for Cranberry Mustard.


Stuffing, corn and pumpkin pie are Thanksgiving staples, but for something different on the holiday table, try Cranberry Mustard.

Cranberry Mustard

(adapted from Ball Canning and Preserving)

1/2 cup red wine vinegar

1/3 cup mustard seeds (all yellow or a mix of yellow and brown)

1 cup water

2 3/4 cups fresh cranberries

3/4 cup sugar

2 tablespoons dry mustard

1 1/4 teaspoon ground allspice

Bring vinegar to a boil in a medium saucepan. Remove from heat and add mustard seeds. Cover and let stand at room temperature for about an hour. (Seeds will absorb most of the liquid.)

In a food processor, add mustard seeds, water, and cranberries. Pulse until berries are mostly chopped, but still chunky.

Return cranberries to the saucepan and stir in sugar, dry mustard and allspice. Bring cranberry mixture to a boil, stirring to avoid sticking. Reduce heat and simmer about 20 minutes, still stirring frequently, until mixture has thickened and slightly jelled.

(Cranberry Mustard can be canned by water bath method or stored refrigerated for about a month.)

Fran Hill has been blogging about food at On My Plate since October of 2006. She, her husband and their three dogs ranch near Colome.

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A Thanksgiving Table Set for Two

I am not hosting Thanksgiving this year. As the CDC tells us, it just isn’t prudent to host gatherings right now. However, my husband and I love a good turkey dinner, and I will still prepare a full holiday meal just for us. Even in this crazy, messy world of 2020, there is much for which to be thankful when we sit down to our table set for two.

Portion sizes will be easily cut down for the mashed potatoes, sage and sausage dressing, roasted butternut squash and shaved Brussels sprouts. I haven’t needed to roast turkey legs ahead of time to make extra stock for the vats of gravy our full table usually requires. My cranberry sauce recipe will be fine with leftovers used in my oatmeal and yogurt, and I still purchased a pretty big turkey because turkey sandwiches and pots of turkey noodle or turkey and dumpling soup are a post-holiday must.

The only thing that is bothering me as I put together next Thursday’s menu is dessert. I have always felt that the major bonus of having a holiday table full of guests was the opportunity to make multiple desserts. Pumpkin pie is a given, because even if nobody wants it on Thanksgiving, it is the most perfect Black Friday breakfast. There is usually another pie, be it pecan or salted nut, or something creamy like buttermilk. The season also always calls for apple pie or a galette, and it wouldn’t be fall without the Cranberry Dessert Cake with Warm Butter Sauce that I have been making since I was just a blushing bride.

The addition of sour cream makes this cake’s texture almost reminiscent of a pound cake. Tart, fresh cranberries dot the moist crumb and are tempered by the luscious warm butter sauce ladled over each serving. I baked one up this week, and Thanksgiving came early as we enjoy slices each evening and sometimes even for breakfast. Pie may get all the fame for this holiday, but Cranberry Dessert Cake with Warm Butter Sauce is something to be thankful for.


Thanksgiving gatherings will look different in 2020, but take comfort in Cranberry Dessert Cake with Warm Butter Sauce.

Cranberry Dessert Cake with Warm Butter Sauce

(adapted from Pillsbury)

FOR THE CAKE:

2 3/4 cups flour

1 1/4 cups sugar

2 teaspoons baking powder

1 teaspoon baking soda

1/4 teaspoon salt

2 cups sour cream (I have subbed Greek yogurt in a pinch.)

1/2 cup milk

1/4 cup vegetable oil

1/2 teaspoon almond extract

2 eggs

3 1/2 cups fresh cranberries

FOR THE BUTTER SAUCE:

1/2 cup unsalted butter

1 cup sugar

pinch of salt

1/2 cup heavy cream

1 teaspoon vanilla

Preheat oven to 375 degrees F. Grease and flour bottom only of 9×13 pan.

Combine flour, 1 1/4 cups sugar, baking powder, soda, and salt. Mix well.

In medium bowl, beat sour cream, milk, oil, almond extract and eggs.

Add sour cream mixture to flour mixture. Stir just until dry ingredients are moistened. Gently fold in cranberries. Spoon into prepared pan.

Bake at 375 degrees F for 45 to 55 minutes or until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean.

FOR THE BUTTER SAUCE: In small saucepan, combine 1 cup sugar, butter and whipping cream. Bring to a boil. Simmer over low heat for 2 minutes, stirring constantly. Remove from heat, stir in vanilla.

Serve warm sauce over cake.

Fran Hill has been blogging about food at On My Plate since October of 2006. She, her husband and their three dogs ranch near Colome.

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A New Thanksgiving Dessert

Thanksgiving is just around the corner, and in case you don’t have your menu finalized, I am here to offer yet another dessert option for your meal of gratitude.

Many years ago, my husband introduced me to the concept of a little something salty with the sweet. We can’t enjoy an evening bowl of ice cream without pulling a bag of chips, or at least a sleeve of saltines from the pantry. There is science behind the fact that salt enhances other flavors, but I am not going to attempt to explain that. I am just going to tell you that it tastes good.

Enter Salted Nut Pie. This rich and gooey pecan pie-ish filling is flavored with warm spices and the addition of salted mixed nuts. It is rich and decadent, but there is also just a hint of a salty finish to cut the sweetness. Served with cinnamon ice cream or a dollop of whipped cream, Salted Nut Pie is a delicious ending for the Thanksgiving meal.


Polish off your Thanksgiving meal with a nut pie that’s both salty and sweet.

Salted Nut Pie

(adapted from Real Simple)

1 1/4 cups flour

10 tablespoons cold unsalted butter, cubed

1/2 teaspoon salt

1/3 cup ice water

3 eggs

3/4 cup dark brown sugar

1/2 cup light corn syrup

1/2 teaspoon cinnamon

1/8 teaspoon nutmeg

1/8 teaspoon ginger

1/8 teaspoon cloves

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

3 cups salted roasted mixed nuts

flaked salt (optional)

Pulse the flour, butter and salt in a food processor until the mixture resembles coarse meal.

Add 1/3 cup ice water. Pulse until the dough is still crumbly but holds together when squeezed.

Press evenly into the bottom and up the sides of a 9-inch pie plate.

Decoratively crimp the edge with a fork or your thumb.

Freeze the piecrust until firm, 30 to 40 minutes.

Heat oven to 375 degrees F.

Beat the eggs with the brown sugar, corn syrup, spices, and vanilla.

Stir in the nuts.

Scrape the filling into the piecrust and place on a rimmed baking sheet.

Bake until the pie is mostly set but still slightly wobbly in the center, 50 to 55 minutes.

Let cool completely.

If desired, sprinkle with a little flaked salt just before serving. (Serves 8)

Fran Hill has been blogging about food at On My Plate since October of 2006. She, her husband and their three dogs ranch near Colome.

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Thankful for Squash

Sweet potatoes are considered a traditional part of many Thanksgiving menus. Families have their favorite recipes for boiling, mashing or roasting. Some have a back-of-the-box method for topping with a crunchy cereal or nut topping. Many feature toasted marshmallows as the finishing touch. However, I didn’t grow up with sweet potatoes on any holiday table. My mother made butternut squash.

Butternut squash was a staple from our family’s garden. It makes sense that Mom would incorporate it into a harvest meal of thankfulness. Back in the day, she would peel and chunk the winter squash into large pieces. The flesh would then be boiled until tender, drained, placed in a casserole dish, sprinkled with brown sugar, and topped with A LOT of marshmallows. That casserole would be slid into the oven until the tops of the marshmallows were toasted and golden and the lower portion had melded with the brown sugar to make a syrupy sauce. It was one of my favorite parts of the meal, and I felt a pang of sadness if there weren’t enough for leftovers.

Today, I also serve butternut squash as part of our Thanksgiving meal. I have moved past boiling, and instead toss cubes of the sweet squash with olive oil, salt, pepper and just a bit of brown sugar. Those are roasted until tender on the inside and crisped on the outside. It is fabulous.

Sometimes, I do miss those toasted marshmallows, but Roasted Butternut Squash is a healthy and delicious side for which I will always be immensely thankful.


Family tradition puts roasted butternut squash on Fran Hill’s Thanksgiving table.

Roasted Butternut Squash

3 cups butternut squash, peeled and cubed

1 tablespoon brown sugar

1 tablespoon olive oil

kosher salt

freshly cracked black pepper

Preheat oven to 475 degrees F. Toss together all ingredients on a sheet pan, making sure to coat well. Arrange in a single layer. Roast for 20 minutes, until squash is tender. Stir halfway through roasting time. (Serves 4)

Fran Hill has been blogging about food at On My Plate since October of 2006. She, her husband and their two dogs ranch near Colome.

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Can the Can

I grew up with a tube of Ocean Spray jellied cranberry sauce on the Thanksgiving (and Christmas) tables. I loved its tart vibrancy, and still do.

When I married, I was disappointed to not find cranberries of any kind on my in-laws’ holiday table. A few years into our marriage when I shared a Cranberry Cake with Warm Butter Sauce, it became clear that cranberries were not my father-in-law’s favorite when he complimented the cake by saying,”That sauce kinda kills the taste of the cranberries.”

It didn’t occur to me that someone might not like the brisk bite of cranberries. To me, they are a given part of the fall and winter season. There is a thrill of excitement when I first see them appear at the grocery store, and I always pick up a few extra bags to toss into the freezer.

Admittedly, I wasn’t a fan of the first homemade cranberries I encountered. A friend’s mom had made a relish with ground raw cranberries, citrus, nuts, and if memory serves me correctly, onion. It was, to be polite, pungent for my inexperienced palate, and I have since steered clear of cranberry relishes.

However, even though I love the canned delight of Ocean Spray, I couldn’t resist the lure of homemade cranberry sauce. Preparing it is so much like the simple jams and jellies I create all canning season, minus the tedious cauldron of boiling water to process and seal the jars. Combine berries, a little orange juice, wine, sugar and just a shake of cinnamon in a pot to simmer. That’s it. So simple. So good. Don’t tell the turkey, but homemade cranberry sauce could easily be the jewel of the holiday meal.


Homemade Cranberry Sauce

1 bag (12 ounces) fresh cranberries

3/4 cup sugar

1 cup orange juice

1 cup white wine (something sweet, like a Riesling, works, but I have used Sauvignon Blanc and Pinot Grigio, as well)

zest of one orange

shake of cinnamon

pinch of salt

Combine cranberries, sugar, orange juice, wine, zest, cinnamon and salt in a heavy pan. Bring to a boil over medium-high heat and then reduce to low and simmer for 20 minutes. Stir occasionally to prevent burning. Remove from heat and refrigerate until ready to serve. Sauce will thicken as it cools.

Fran Hill has been blogging about food at On My Plate since October of 2006. She, her husband and their two dogs ranch near Colome.

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Turkey With A Twist

I love Thanksgiving. Just the thought of turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, gravy and cranberries makes my mouth water. When it comes to my menu, I am a traditionalist. I’m not interested in any new amazing twists to my recipes. Basic roasted butternut squash or sweet potatoes, Brussels sprouts and green beans don’t need any fancy sauces. After all, we have gravy. Lots of delicious gravy.

Likewise, I don’t need any you-won’t-believe-how-good-this-is makeovers for my leftovers. I think that a hot turkey sandwich smothered in — you guessed it — gravy, or one layered with dressing and cranberries on a sweet dinner roll is perfection. And who doesn’t love turkey soup simmered with homemade noodles a couple of days later? Yep. I am content with the basics of Thanksgiving dinner.

However, sometimes my thankful heart is just a little bit bigger than my stomach. My bird may barely fit into the oven, and even after passing the carved turkey around the table yet one more time, there is still a lot of roasted poultry left for the coming days. That’s when I get creative.

Pesto is one of my favorite summertime staples, and tossed with diced, cooked turkey, it creates a fresh take for leftover sandwiches. Roasted red peppers also brighten the flavors and make it one more thing for which to be thankful.


If you’ve had enough of the traditional Thanksgiving fare, turn leftover turkey into a fresh and flavorful sandwich.

Pesto Turkey Salad Sandwiches

1/4 cup mayonnaise

1/4 cup plain yogurt

1/4 cup pesto sauce

3/4 tablespoon fresh lemon juice

1/4 teaspoon salt

1/4 teaspoon black pepper

2 cups cubed cooked turkey

1/2 cup diced celery

focaccia bread, cut in half horizontally, toasted, and sliced

3-4 tablespoons chopped roasted red peppers (from bottle)

romaine lettuce leaves

Whisk first 6 ingredients in a large bowl. Stir in turkey and celery.

Spread 1/2 cup of salad onto half of bread slices. Top each serving with chopped roasted red peppers, lettuce leaf, and remaining bread. (May sub rotisserie chicken for the turkey for a quick year-round alternative. Makes 5 sandwiches.)

Fran Hill has been blogging about food at On My Plate since October of 2006. She, her husband and their three dogs ranch near Colome.

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Counting Your Blessings

I am blessed. Fortunate. Favored. Lucky.

My fridge has milk, eggs and more types of cheeses than a fromager. The crisper drawers overflow with green veggies, herbs, and to be honest, probably a few unidentifiable moldy things. Boxes of cereal and crackers, canisters of pastas, flours and sugar, and a few stray candy bars from Halloween crowd the pantry. Bowls of fruit and a cookie jar jammed with granola bars line my counters. Rows of gleaming, jeweled home-canned jars of pasta sauce, jellies, jams, pickles, salsas and beans fill the shelves in my basement. The freezer is stuffed with cuts of beef, pork, fish, seafood, and of course, ice cream.

I have enough. More than enough. More than enough to survive a zombie apocalypse, or more likely, a couple of days huddled around the wood stove in a blizzard-induced power outage. A cast iron pot of stew would simmer welcomingly for all that sought shelter from the cold. Well, maybe not the zombies.

As I find my seat at the Thanksgiving table loaded with roasted turkey, sausage and sage dressing, creamy whipped potatoes, giblet gravy, roasted squash, sautÈed green beans, tart cranberries, fluffy dinner rolls and the token salad, I know that I am among the blessed. Pondering which of at least three pies should be my dessert, I know that I am fortunate.

I have never been hungry. There has always been enough food in my cupboards, or at least only a grocery store trip away. Disaster, misfortune and illness have not spared me, but have never left me destitute, broken or achingly lost. Simply put, I have been favored.

And I am thankful.


Apple-Cranberry Pie

(adapted from Bake at 350)

pastry for a double-crust pie (use your favorite recipe or *gasp* Pillsbury)

4-6 Granny Smith apples (I actually used 4 Granny Smith and 2 Honeycrisp.)

2 cups fresh cranberries

zest of one orange (I forgot to buy oranges & used grapefruit zest…really good.)

1 egg white, beaten

1 1/4 cup sugar

3 tablespoons flour

1/4 teaspoon salt

2 tablespoons unsalted butter, cubed

Preheat oven to 425 degrees.

Line the bottom of a pie plate with the bottom crust.

Brush lightly with beaten egg white.

Peel, slice, and core the apples.

Toss apples with the cranberries.

Combine the sugar, flour, salt and citrus zest and toss with the fruit.

Pile the fruit mixture into the bottom crust.

Cover with top crust, crimp and vent as you wish. (I went for a lattice crust to show off the pretty red of the cranberries.)

Brush top crust with beaten egg and sprinkle with a dusting of sugar.

Bake for 20 minutes, then reduce heat to 350 degrees.

Bake for additional 40-50 minutes.

(I had to foil my crimped edges after about 30 minutes to keep from over-browning.)

Serve with generous scoops of vanilla ice cream.

Fran Hill has been blogging about food at On My Plate since October of 2006. She, her husband and their two dogs ranch near Colome.

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Thanksgiving on the Prairie

When Charles and Caroline Ingalls brought their family to Dakota Territory in 1879, they found a winter home in a railroad surveyor’s house on the shore of Silver Lake, near DeSmet. All the surveyor asked was that Charles guard the company tools.

The Ingalls lived cozily in the house (which has since been restored by the Laura Ingalls Wilder Memorial Society and is open to visitors to DeSmet.) It must have been a memorable winter, because Laura — who went on to become famous for her Little House writings — wrote about it 37 years later (1916) in a Thanksgiving column for The Missouri Ruralist. We first published her account in our November/December 1988 issue, and are pleased to have the opportunity to share it with you again.

As Thanksgiving Day draws near again, I am reminded of an occurrence of my childhood. To tell the truth, it is a yearly habit of mine to think of it about this time and to smile at it once more.

We were living on the frontier in South Dakota then. There’s no more frontier within the boundaries of the United States, more’s the pity, but then we were ahead of the railroad in a new unsettled country. Our nearest and only neighbor was 12 miles away and the store was 40 miles distant.

Father had laid in a supply of provisions for the winter and among them were salt meats, but for fresh meat we depended on father’s gun and the antelope which fed in herds across the prairie. So we were quite excited, one day near Thanksgiving, when father hurried into the house for his gun and then away again to try for a shot at a belated flock of wild geese hurrying south.

We would have roast goose for Thanksgiving dinner! “Roast goose and dressing seasoned with sage,” said sister Mary. “No, not sage! I don’t like sage and we won’t have it in the dressing,” I exclaimed. Then we quarreled, sister Mary and I, she insisting that there should be sage in the dressing and I declaring there should not be sage in the dressing, until father returned — without the goose!

I remember saying in a meek voice to sister Mary, “I wish I had let you have the sage,” and to this day when I think of it I feel again just as I felt then and realize how thankful I would have been for roast goose and dressing with sage seasoning — with or without any seasoning — I could even have gotten along without the dressing. Just plain goose roasted would have been plenty good enough.

This little happening has helped me to be properly thankful even tho at times the seasoning of my blessings has not been just such as I would have chosen.

“I suppose I should be thankful for what we have, but I can’t feel very thankful when I have to pay $2.60 for a little flour and the price still going up,” writes a friend, and in the same letter she says, “We are in our usual health.” The family is so used to good health that it is not even taken into consideration as a cause of thanksgiving. We are so inclined to take for granted the blessings we possess and to look for something peculiar, some special good luck for which to be thankful.

I read a Thanksgiving story the other day in which a woman sent her little boy out to walk around the block and look for something for which to be thankful. One would think that the fact of his being able to walk around the block and that he had a mother to send him would have been sufficient cause for thankfulness.

We are nearly all afflicted with mental farsightedness and so easily overlook the thing which is obvious and near. There are our hands and feet — who ever thinks of giving thanks for them, until indeed they, or the use of them, are lost. We usually accept them as a matter of course, without a thought, but a year of being crippled has taught me the value of my feet and two perfectly good feet are now among my dearest possessions. Why! There is greater occasion for thankfulness just in the unimpaired possession of one of the five senses than there would be if some one left us a fortune. Indeed, how could the value of one be reckoned? When we have all five in good working condition we surely need not make a search for anything else in order to feel that we should give thanks to Whom thanks are due.

I once remarked upon how happy and cheerful a new acquaintance seemed always to be and the young man to whom I spoke replied, “Oh he’s just glad that he is alive.” Upon inquiry, I learned that several years before this man had been seriously ill, that there had been no hope of his living, but to everyone’s surprise he had made a complete recovery and since then he had always been remarkably happy and cheerful.

So if for nothing else, let’s “just be glad that we are alive” and be doubly thankful if, like the Scotch poet, we have a good appetite and the means to gratify it.

Some hae meat that canna eat
And some want meat that lack it.
But I hae meat and I can eat,
And sae the Lord be thanked.

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Be Thankful Every Day

Like many Lakota people, I do not single out one day a year to give thanks. Many of us offer morning prayers every day, seven days a week, every single day of the year. Some of us offer prayers at noon, prayers over food, prayers before meetings or other events, prayers at night and even say lots of special prayers when we feel the need. When I hear people praying they always give thanks for many things.

I am also thankful for the air I breathe and the food I eat. Mother Earth is so good to us but we often take her for granted. Also, I believe it is very important that every time I drink or use water I give thanks for it. We must remember there are parts of the world where people do not have access to the good water or food which we have. I am also appreciative of fire, which heats our homes and cooks our food.

I am also extremely thankful for my Lakota ancestors because without them I would not be who I am today. I am thankful for the Lakota children who have given me great inspiration and encouragement in many ways. I am thankful for the Lakota medicine men, spiritual leaders, and the Lakota pipe carriers. I am especially thankful for our young men and women who have taken the time to perfect their talent as Lakota ceremonial, Native American Church and wacipi singers.

I am deeply appreciative of my Lakota culture because it has taught me to be grateful. I have learned to feel appreciation for every minute of every day because I realize that life is short. I do not want to devote my time to people who are not thankful for anything in their lives.

Finally, I encourage you to never take anything for granted. The gifts or people you enjoy today could be gone tomorrow. Learn to live in the moment because I believe it is the only way to find true joy in our lives. Rejoice in each sunrise; give thanks each morning to the Creator for gifting you a new day of life. Enjoy your family and friends while you still can. Be thankful every day of your life.

Vi Waln is Sicangu Lakota and an enrolled member of the Rosebud Sioux Tribe. Her columns were awarded first place in the South Dakota Newspaper Association 2010 contest. She can be reached through email at sicanguscribe@yahoo.com