... the tales of two sisters

Dana lives in Seattle, and Tracie lives in Germany. We are businesswomen, writers and humorists. We write about life, dating, and today's modern women.

If You Can’t Beat It, Eat It!

It’s turkey time again.

A day set aside for feasting, enjoying loved ones and hopefully in the midst of it all, being aware of all of our blessings.


I had no idea that the last Thanksgiving Day meal I prepared for forty of my dearest friends would be my last as a married woman. I still have the menu. While I sautéed the green beans, our guests nibbled on appetizers: chicken liver and walnut pate, shrimp bacon bites, olives, pickled mushrooms and a cheeseball with crackers. And then came the ta–da! of our feast: two turkeys (one oven); stuffing, creamed onions, gravy, cranberry sauce, deviled eggs, celery sticks stuffed with salmon and cream cheese, glazed ham, mac and cheese, sweet potatoes, potatoes salad, home made dinner rolls, and those sautéed green beans. Dessert was an apple pie, a pecan pie, a lemon meringue pie, and of course, a sweet potato pie.

We ate, drank and were so very merry!

If I were still married, I would be making the preparations again this very minute–but I’m not, so instead of figuring out if the turkeys I bought will fit in my oven, I’m thinking about the day I learned how to eat caviar this summer.

It’s always wonderful to learn something new. Anytime I have the opportunity to hang out with my Uncle Quincy, all my radar antennas are set into position because he and the interesting people who are acquainted and/or friends with him always bring something knew to my table.


Uncle Q invited me to lunch at the mountaintop home in Caux, Switzerland of the late, great Claude Nobs, founder of the Montreux Jazz festival. He calls this particular mountaintop spot of the world “God’s country” referring to it’s breathtakingly beautiful landscape with it’s undulating mass of trees and the mountains of the Swiss Alps overlooking the crescent shaped Lake Geneva shimmering below. Just being in Claude’s home is an event unto itself. You can google pictures of this visionary’s home.

It is here where I had the pleasure of meeting Mirko Mancredi. Mirko Manfredi taught me the correct way to eat caviar.

When I stepped inside the chalet, I decided to take the glass stairs with the musical notes engraved in them rather than the elevator to the dining room. “There’s my baby,” Uncle Q said. I joined him and a couple other guests at the dining table. The center piece was a serving plate of seasoned chicken and all kinds of colorful seasonal vegetables.

And a great big ol’ bowl of shiny black caviar. I mean a big ol’ bowl. I couldn’t help but stare at it–with my mouth gaped open. And then, Mirko, the sweetheart that he is showed me the “proper” way to eat this delicacy.

My antennas were in position. Mirko showed me how to scoop a spoon of the caviar onto the back of my hand on the arch between my forefinger and thumb.

It…was…so…good. The reason for eating caviar this way is because a few seconds on the back of your hand pulls out the full flavor by warming with your body heat. There are probably less germs there than on your palm and the back of the hand doesn’t perspire and is easier to clear off with your mouth.

See? You never know when you’re gonna learn something new. Keep your antennas up!

Enjoy your special meal tomorrow everyone and a very Happy Thanksgiving from your menopausebarbees.

And as the maestro said, ”If you can’t beat it, eat it!”

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