Thanksgiving. Four hundred and sixty-two plates served at Hartford Hospital — twelve more than I planned for, which means I planned correctly because I always add ten percent for the people who show up unexpected, the families who change their minds, the staff who said they'd eat at home but smelled the turkey at 6 AM and reconsidered. You cannot smell a twenty-pound turkey roasting and choose a sandwich. It is physiologically impossible. I have tested this theory for twenty years and the results are consistent.
The hospital meal was served at noon. I stood in the cafeteria and watched the line form and watched my team serve and watched the faces of the patients — some of them alone, some of them with families, some of them spending Thanksgiving in a hospital bed because the body does not consult the calendar before getting sick — and I thought about what this means, feeding people on a day that is entirely about being fed. The turkey was good. The gravy was excellent. The mashed potatoes were the right consistency, which is a statement that sounds simple and is not, because institutional mashed potatoes occupy a spectrum from wallpaper paste to soup and the correct answer is neither, the correct answer is the texture that a spoon can hold and a mouth can welcome, and my team got it right because I trained them and because I stood over the mixer and watched.
At home, the evening meal was smaller — me, Eduardo, Mami, Sofía. Miguel Jr. and Jenny were at Jenny's parents' house in Glastonbury. Rosa and Carlos spent their first Thanksgiving as a married couple in Hartford, but they went to Carlos's family in the Bronx. David was in Brooklyn at the restaurant, working. The table was four people. The food was the same: turkey — a small one, twelve pounds — stuffing, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, and a pumpkin flan that is my contribution to the American Thanksgiving canon, a hybrid that works because flan works with everything and pumpkin is just another flavor waiting to be claimed.
Mami ate quietly. She was present but not entirely — she asked twice where Miguel was, meaning my father, meaning a man who has been dead for nine years. I said, He's resting, Mami. She nodded. She ate the flan and said nothing, and the nothing was heavier than words, and I sat with the nothing because sitting with the nothing is what daughters do when mothers are leaving, slowly, one memory at a time.
After four hundred and sixty-two plates at the hospital and a quiet dinner for four at home, I always have turkey left — and I have learned that leftover turkey does not want to be a sandwich, not after a day like that. It wants to be transformed into something warm and slow, something that requires a different kind of attention than a roasting pan at 6 AM. This Turkey Curry with Rice is what I make on the Friday after Thanksgiving, when the house is still and Mami is sleeping and Eduardo has gone to the store and I am alone in my kitchen doing the only thing I know how to do with a heavy heart: cook something that smells like it means something.
Turkey Curry with Rice
Prep Time: 15 minutes | Cook Time: 35 minutes | Total Time: 50 minutes | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 2 cups cooked turkey, shredded or cubed (leftover roast turkey works perfectly)
- 1 1/2 cups long-grain white rice
- 3 cups chicken or turkey broth
- 1 medium yellow onion, diced
- 3 cloves garlic, minced
- 1 tablespoon fresh ginger, grated
- 2 tablespoons olive oil or neutral oil
- 2 tablespoons curry powder
- 1 teaspoon ground cumin
- 1/2 teaspoon turmeric
- 1/4 teaspoon cayenne pepper (optional)
- 1 can (14 oz) diced tomatoes
- 1 can (13.5 oz) coconut milk
- 1 cup frozen peas
- Salt and black pepper to taste
- Fresh cilantro, for serving
- Lime wedges, for serving
Instructions
- Cook the rice. Combine rice with 3 cups broth in a medium saucepan. Bring to a boil, reduce heat to low, cover, and simmer 18 minutes until tender. Remove from heat and let sit, covered, 5 minutes.
- Build the base. Heat oil in a large skillet or Dutch oven over medium heat. Add onion and cook 5–6 minutes until softened and translucent. Add garlic and ginger and cook another 2 minutes until fragrant.
- Bloom the spices. Add curry powder, cumin, turmeric, and cayenne directly to the onion mixture. Stir constantly for 1 minute — this step makes the difference between a flat curry and one that tastes like it was meant.
- Add the tomatoes and simmer. Pour in the diced tomatoes with their juices. Stir to combine and let the mixture simmer 5 minutes until slightly thickened.
- Add coconut milk and turkey. Pour in the coconut milk and stir until smooth. Add the cooked turkey. Simmer over medium-low heat for 10–12 minutes, stirring occasionally, until the sauce has thickened and the turkey is heated through.
- Finish with peas. Stir in the frozen peas and cook 2–3 minutes until just tender. Taste and season with salt and pepper.
- Serve. Spoon curry over rice. Top with fresh cilantro and a squeeze of lime.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 520 | Protein: 34g | Fat: 18g | Carbs: 54g | Fiber: 5g | Sodium: 610mg