Who will get the pope's nose?
Thanksgiving
Monte Rio
Nov. 22, 2012
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Years ago, after my grandfather had died, my grandmother
would often bring friends from Long Beach to our holiday
meals in Pasadena. One of these was Nellie, an ancient dowager
who lived in the mildly historic Villa Riviera apartment
building overlooking the Pacific. Once, as my dad began to
carve the turkey, Nellie asked if she could have the pope's
nose. Confused looks all around. She explained that was her
family's name for the little triangular flap of fat that was
part of the bird's tail, and that covers the hole where you
stuff the dressing in. She explained that it was the sweetest
and crispiest part of the bird.
She didn't explain how it came to have that name.
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