Now that I'm a parent, I realize anew how much work my grandmother put into these family dinners. She didn't want to deprive her kids of being American, and yet she didn't want to give up her own traditions and history. Her life read like an adventure book -- she lived through the depression, war, internment camps, racism and saw the new millenium before she died.
And so as the Christmas season approaches and I think about family traditions, I realize that it is important that I teach my kids about a part of their culture that they don't know. A lot of the traditions are lost, but there is one that I can continue. I will do it and feel as if my grandmother is still sitting at the table with my family.
That's right. I am going to be serving sushi at Christmastime. Right next to the turkey.