American food, curious food!

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It’s that time of year when odd traditions take center stage, concessions are made, and people seem to lose all sense of perspective and taste – at least, when it comes to food. There are three foods here in America that seem almost as if they’re culinary royalty, especially during the holidays, but I can’t work out why.

The first of these are blueberries. To begin with, they’re not really blue; they’re more purplish, especially once bitten into. Setting aside my nit-pickery over naming conventions, blueberries just aren’t, well, very good. They taste of very little so you have to eat an entire handful to really even get a sense of what they are. Once you do — or at least once I did – the sensation is altogether underwhelming. (It certainly wasn’t worth staining my palm purple, or blue, or whatever.)

But blueberries aren’t my biggest food-related annoyance at this time of the year. Autumn and winter aren’t really blueberry seasons so, mercifully, we see very little of them. My second-most perturbing foodstuff, though, does pop up a more frequently right about now; pecans.

I can already hear your wails of derision and disbelief, my American cousins. Spare me. Pecans are, behind peanuts — which I know strictly speaking aren’t even a nut — the most over-rated nut in North America. Yes, pecans have a decent flavor and, unlike the insipid blueberry, there are ways to prepare pecans that will at least enhance their taste to a degree that make them worth eating. Toasted pecans, with their rich, coffee-like aroma coupled with a slightly caramel-ish tang, are quite enjoyable. So I suppose it’s not the pecan per se that I have a problem with – it’s pecan pie.

The inconsistent jellified texture of a pecan pie — especially when purchased from a chain grocery store, clumsily littered with sickly-sugar-coated pecan halves — culminates in an inedible combination that unfortunately reminds me of a mouthful of sickness, with random bits of undigested carrots in there and everything. Yum.

But there’s worse, much worse. The one foodstuff that confuses, confounds and disgusts me more than any other is not only ubiquitous at this particular time of the year, it’s the star of the show! More disappointing than blueberries, more short-changing than pecans; ladies and gentleman, I give you, pumpkins!

I know, I know, pumpkins are THE traditional fall fruit with their origins traced back — if you believe Charlie Brown — to the earliest pilgrim settlers. It begs the question, why did the pilgrims flee England for the new world; to escape the clutches of a despotic caste system? For the opportunity to practice their religious beliefs without fear of persecution? Maybe. But I’d argue the delineating factor, although unbeknownst to them at the time, was English people who believed pumpkin was an edible foodstuff, versus those who had taste buds. The taste bud owners stayed home.

The passion for pumpkins truly is a complete mystery to me. They’re carved, painted, displayed in centerpieces, used as ornaments and, most confusing of all, frequently eaten.

Pumpkin pie is entirely redundant. To start with, it has no taste other than that provided by the copious amounts of nutmeg and Cool Whip you need to pile upon every slice to make it even vaguely interesting. And don’t get me started on the fervor that surrounds the annual coming-out party for Starbucks Pumpkin Spiced Latte (note the essential need for spice); it’s madness! I’m certain that at this very moment there are readers cursing my name, suggesting I know absolutely nothing about anything. To those I say, you are entitled to your opinion, and you’re probably right.

However, I would counter with the following: things that confuse us aren’t always bad. For instance, though the combination is quite brilliant, I can’t for the life of me work out how yams, or sweet potatoes (or are they the same thing?) ever got coupled with marshmallows. Or how cranberries can ride across the tongue, teasing sweet, skirting sour, ultimately whacking you with lip-puckering tart, but still somehow taste so delicious with turkey that you’d imagine every bird must have been born with a can tucked under its wing. But all of these culinary curiosities, to my mind – and belly – at least work.

This is a strange time of the year when it comes to the American palate – but strange isn’t always unpleasant. More often than not, it’s a beautiful thing. But can we all agree to substitute blueberries for blackberries, pecans for hazelnuts, and pumpkin for… Forget it, I got nothing.

Mark Turner is formerly of Oxford, England, but has lived in America for the past 15 years, the majority of that time in Colorado. Mark enjoys playing soccer, hiking and biking when the weather's good, and when the weathers rotten, writing blog entries that he hopes will amuse and entertain. Mark can be followed on Twitter @melchett.

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