As the days of chill November creep along, the busy housewife ever on the alert, thinks of the coming anniversary, our national Thanksgiving; and recognizing all the causes for thankfulness enumerated in the presidential proclamation–her own heart, meanwhile, glowing with gratitude and pleasure as she thinks of the coming reunion of dear friends, remote and near–bestirs herself to provides betimes the necessary good cheer, which shall form one means of expressing that gratitude.
Allowing her the traditional bill of fare, as established by our New England ancestors, and without which no Thanksgiving feast would be deemed worthy the name, we give one containing all the regulation requisites, but formulated with more latitude than would have accorded with rigorous customs of our Puritan forefathers.
Raw oysters on the half shell
Boiled Fish, Egg Sauce Boiled Potatoes
Roast Turkey, Brown Sauce Cranberry Jelly
Baked Sweet Potatoes Whipped White Potatoes
Mashed Turnips Beets
Mince Pie Pumpkin Pie
Orange Pudding Almond Cake
Fruit Nuts Raisins
For a menu that’s 134 years old, it’s not as radically different from our modern Thanksgiving feasts as I’d have imagined. It IS a little more refined of a menu, but what a pity– it doesn’t include a good (processed) green bean casserole with French fried onions and canned cream of mushroom soup or a fluffy jello salad. Our deprived forefathers….
If you enjoy peeks into old menus, here is a Christmas Day menu from 1918.