The Liberal Lesbian Vegan Asheville Aunts Go to Thanksgiving Dinner + Sweet Potato Chocolate Pudding with Nut Crumble Topping (Plant Based)


“The Liberal Lesbian Vegan Asheville Aunts Go to Thanksgiving Dinner” is always a can’t miss show, but this year it was Oscar-worthy. As it’s our second plant based Thanksgiving, my wife, Lori and I were packing plants and munching kale as we happily arrived on my sister-in-law’s doorstep. We were locked and loaded with the entire CFDG Thanksgiving Plant Fueled Meal Plan perched precariously in our arms. We may have been novices last year, but this time we were ready. We were full of plant based knowledge and a healthy dose of B12. We were armed with information and a wealth of facts. We were hopped up on hope for humanity and filled with the spirit. Let the games begin!

We were welcomed with cheers of delight and open arms. You would think after 12 years of this Production we wouldn’t be such a novelty to our conservative yet loving family, but here we are. As we happily joined the chaos (and by that I mean Lori tossed me all the food and made a beeline to the football game while I tottered into the crowded kitchen juggling everything from tofu cutlets to plant based pumpkin pie) I could hear the comments building…

I could feel the plastered smile on my face beginning to crack as I started a major hunt for the wine.

Notorious MIL threw down the opening gauntlet hard and fast: “I know for a fact you ate everything in sight when you went to Paris, so I know y’all are going to eat some of this here turkey!” My SIL immediately followed up with: “Now, Mama, leave her alone. You can plainly see she’s gained weight and you know how hard she’s trying to stay on her diet.” Then an older set of great aunts joined in the conversation with these gems: “I just don’t understand why you have to be homosexual AND vegan. Isn’t one thing enough?” And: “This world is going to Hell in a handbasket, but before it does I need the cheese grater…” I could feel the plastered smile on my face beginning to crack as I started a major hunt for the wine. Where in the hell was the corkscrew? With wine found and a big glass securely fastened in each hand, I casually slipped out of the cackling hen party and joined the men (and Lori) in the living room. I believe the discussion meandered around such fascinating topics as roofing, fan belts, heating costs, and Christmas tree lights. I’m not really sure, as my ears pretty much went numb somewhere between a serious discussion on the merits of a particular socket wrench and a new water heater. I continued to smile as I politely backed out of the room.

I checked my watch, we were scheduled to eat at noon, it was currently fast approaching three. Right on time. I took a deep, cleansing breath and spoke lovingly to my hungry tummy about patience and of the delectable things to come. Both wine glasses drained, I wandered into my teenage niece’s room and was fully schooled on Taylor Swift, cosplay, and the merits of living art as necessary to modern civilization. After spending an eternity swimming in the depths of angsty young adulthood, I heard my sweet little nephew in the next room. I surreptitiously unlocked my jaw, unrolled my eyes, and decided to go read a book to him. That’s what a cool aunt does, right? Maybe Charlotte’s Web or The Hardy Boys? I don’t know what kids read these days, but something, anything, to bring a little holiday cheer and buoy my sagging spirits.

I was hit with a flying stuffed monkey and a neon green ball the moment I walked in the door. I think the word “Nerf” might be permanently emblazoned upon my cheek. I was knocked down into a giant bean bag with a game controller promptly shoved into my hands accompanied by a zillion word monologue on rules of some sort. Was this an Atari? I play a mean Ms. PAC MAN! Apparently, it was a video game where we randomly blew up shit, hunted down bad guys, and perilously searched for hidden points attached to assault weapons. I was drained. My 45- year-old brain was already soft from The Menopause and I wasn’t sure how much more of this alarming nonsense I, or my liberal sensibilities, could handle.

Once free from horrifying war games, I put on my best toothy grin and headed back into the kitchen for a couple of aspirin and to heat up our food. Confession: I already knew how everything was going to taste because Lori and I had eaten our first Thanksgiving meal for breakfast. We’re extra special like that.

It started out as just a slice (or two) of the wickedly good Pumpkin Pie with Whipped Topping and then, like a pile of toppled dominos, everything came tumbling out of the fridge and into our eagerly awaiting mouths. The Rosemary-Maple Roasted Brussels and Butternut Squash had called me by name and I answered like the addict I am. The combination of sweet squash and savory Brussels blew the top of my head off with taste sensations. And, oh great gods! The Holiday Meatloaf with Peppered White Gravy was so fucking hearty I’m confident that it would satisfy a burly longshoreman for a week. Holy shit. When paired with the Green Beans Almondine and Orange-Infused Cranberry Sauce it was out of this world mouthgasmic! The Cauliflower Mac n Cheese was so creamy, dreamy, and succulent that it hit every sweet spot and scratched every itch that I had.

Lori and I also had a hissy fit over the Savory Stove-Top Stuffing and ate four helpings between us. (By the way, in the South, it is called “dressing” and would be considered the height of heresy to call it by any other name. And, as we all know, I cannot be a lesbian, a vegan, AND say “stuffing,” or I would risk complete exile. Talk about the last straw. But I digress…)

Back to our Thanksgiving dinner shenanigans…

As we all gathered round the big table, I heard various loud, passionate, and heated conversations surrounding religion, current events, and politics. There may’ve been possible fisticuffs between two uncles of different generations, but I tried not to look. Lori caught my eye from across the room and vigorously shook her head. Shit. I knew what that meant. She was silently beseeching me to keep my mouth shut, stay calm, breathe, and not get worked up. I also noticed she was frantically looking for my wine glass which meant she was genuinely very worried that I might cause a scene. My FIL (who had removed his hearing aids for some unknown reason) and brothers-in-law were gesturing wildly at this point, and even the cats had ganged up on the poor obese dog. I’m pretty sure they were fat shaming him.

But then, as we all sat down, something beautiful happened as it always does within my diverse, hysterical, looney-tune, Southern family.

But then, as we all sat down, something beautiful happened as it always does within my diverse, hysterical, looney-tune, Southern family. We gave thanks. As cliché as it sounds, it is my favorite time of the entire holiday season. We get quiet. We listen to one another. We go around the table and each give voice to the simple gratitude that we have for each other, our lives, our loves, and for the deep beliefs we hold dear. We each place our hand in the one offered next to us and say a prayer of thanksgiving. Simply, we come together. Old, young, male, female, gay, straight, conservative, liberal, Christian, agnostic, omnivore, herbivore, introvert, extrovert, healthy, and differently-abled. We closely connect. We hold each other up. We open our hearts. We love. Then someone farts. Possibly me. The sacred moment passes and we laugh uproariously, riotously chattering all at once, as we dig into a big, beautiful, blessed feast of fabulous food. They even tried some tofu cutlets. And if that ain’t a holiday miracle, I don’t know what is!

Lyndsey, my heart is now warm and fuzzy. Thank you for sharing a glimpse of your world.

Do you have a family that isn’t always on the same page? How do you find common ground during the holidays? Talk to us in the comments below!

Sweet Potato Chocolate Pudding with Nut Crumble Topping

Makes about 2 cups
Author: Molly Patrick


Sweet Potato Chocolate Pudding Ingredients

  • 4 cups chopped sweet potato, leave the skin on (515g / about 1 large sweet potato / 1-inch chop)
  • 4 dates, pitted and left whole
  • ¼ cup unsweetened non-dairy milk (60ml)
  • ¼ cup raw cacao powder or unsweetened cocoa powder (25g)
  • 2 tablespoons 100% pure maple syrup
  • 1 teaspoon tahini
  • pinch of salt
  • Nut crumble topping (recipe below)

Nut Crumble Ingredients

  • ¼ cup raw nuts or seeds of your choice (about 35g / pecans, walnuts or almonds work well, and if you have a nut allergy, sunflower seeds will work)
  • ¼ cup coarsely chopped dates (40g)
  • ¼ teaspoon nutmeg
  • ¼ teaspoon cinnamon


Sweet Potato Chocolate Pudding Instructions

  • Place the sweet potato and dates into a medium-sized pot and cover with 2 cups of water (470ml) water (make sure to take the pits out of the dates). Turn the heat to medium, place a lid on the pot, and set a timer for 15 minutes. Make the Nut Crumble while your potatoes / dates are cooking. 
  • Transfer the sweet potatoes and dates to a strainer and allow to cool for about 5 minutes. 
  • Add the cooked sweet potato and dates to your food processor, along with the milk, cacao powder, maple syrup, tahini and salt. Process until super creamy and smooth and allow to cool before you store in the fridge. 
  • Serve the chilled Pudding with some Nut Crumble sprinkled on top. 

Nut Crumble Instructions

  • Place all of the ingredients into your food processor and process until the nuts and dates are a small, crumbly texture.
  • Store in sealed container in the refrigerator. 

Wishing you a happy week. May it be filled with coming together and connecting beyond the surface.


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  1. Valerie on December 1, 2018 at 10:38 am

    I can’t even express how grateful I am for today’s blog post. As I was reading through it smiling profusely as my head nodded up and down thinking – yup – sounds like my family. Gentle tears rolled down my face when the family holds hands and gives gratitude. I could see the scene in my mind’s eye and it touched me. And then “someone farted”. OMFG. The gentle tears turned into streams of uncontrollable water pouring down my face with a deep, incredibly loud (I’m sure the neighours heard me) struggling to breath between gasps of air, belly laugh -coming from I don’t know where – that I couldn’t stop nor did I want to. My dog stared at me as if I was losing my mind. And I was. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you for making my day, my week, my month. I can’t even……..*gasp, breathe, suck air in, wipe snot, gasp*

    • Lyndsey Hafer Williams on December 1, 2018 at 12:53 pm

      Hahahahahaha! Thank you, Valerie! It’s a crazy world and we just have to hold onto the good things and each other. And, let the rest go…

  2. Heidi on December 1, 2018 at 11:46 am

    5 stars
    Oh Lyndsey, thank you for sharing! You warmed my heart, made me laugh and reminded me what’s important!

    • Lyndsey Hafer Williams on December 1, 2018 at 12:54 pm

      Big hugs and laughs to you, Heidi!

  3. Sue Serpico on December 1, 2018 at 1:40 pm

    5 stars
    It never gets old. So glad this is now memorialized on the blog! Laugh-out-loud funny, relevant, and touching as well. Lyndsey, you are such a gift to this crazy world!

    We always have a lot of fun at our holiday gatherings, with kids, grandkids, and extended family. I usually host Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas Eve, and about 10 years ago I banned political discussions at the dinner table. My house, my rules. Why go there when your guests span the spectrum from ultra liberal to ultra conservative, and you know there’s a conspiracy theorist, or two, at the table? Everyone complies, everyone has a great time, there’s plenty to talk about, and laugh about, and no one’s blood pressure gets into the danger zone.

    • Lyndsey Hafer Williams on December 2, 2018 at 12:19 pm

      Oh Sue! You totally nailed it – why be miserable? Enjoy your family and friends and let everything else go! Xoxo

  4. Sherece Mizzi on December 1, 2018 at 1:49 pm

    Nice! For me, in sometimes there is no common ground to be found, in those instances we agree to disagree but keep on loving each other and being FAMILY.

    • Lyndsey Hafer Williams on December 2, 2018 at 12:20 pm

      Exactly! I don’t know anyone who agrees on everything. We might as well just love each and celebrate our holidays well.

  5. Go Jules Go on December 2, 2018 at 5:40 am

    “I cannot be a lesbian, a vegan, AND say “stuffing,” or I would risk complete exile.” Oh lordy lordy lord, what a hilarious start to my morning. Thank you so much for sharing this little slice of humor and humanity, Lyndsey! Now, do you know where the rest of the wine is before Christmas rolls around?

    • Lyndsey Hafer Williams on December 2, 2018 at 12:22 pm

      Hahahahahaha! Right? Life is too short to be all uptight and nasty. Let’s enjoy our lives and laugh as much as possible!

  6. Nicole in VT on December 2, 2018 at 5:51 am

    You’re such a great writer – I always enjoy reading your posts! Thank you for reaffirming that we ALL have crazy families and that there is hope for holiday get-togethers!

    • Lyndsey Hafer Williams on December 2, 2018 at 12:23 pm

      Thank you, Nicole! Yes, we all are a bunch of nuts. We might as well just laugh and have a good time.

  7. Janis Sankowski on December 2, 2018 at 7:59 am

    4 stars
    Glad all survived! By the way, in the NW Ohio we call it dressing.

    • Lyndsey Hafer Williams on December 2, 2018 at 12:25 pm

      Really? That’s too funny! Yes, we all survived and get to do it all over again in a few weeks! Lol

  8. Donna Sillick on December 3, 2018 at 10:09 am

    (Ooh, this got crazy long! I am sooo sorry!) This year my parents (omni) were visiting from the UK for 10 days, my son (omni) was home from his first semester at university for a few days, and my daughter (omni) and her roommate (mostly vegetarian, sometimes dairy free) came up for a few hours from their senior year of university in DC. My boyfriend (omni but eats a lot of PB when we are together) was unfortunately working, so it was just the 6 of us for early Thanksgiving lunch. The kids (and roommate) went to their dad’s for dinner late afternoon, so it was a split day again.

    I made a full traditional omni lunch, which is essentially British Christmas Dinner, but made almost all the sides plant based/oil free. I also made a delicious portabello mushroom/spinach/caramelised onion Wellington and a massive batch of #dirtymagic onion gravy which was much enjoyed by roommate and myself. We started the “everyone who is here for a Significant Family Dinner signs the tablecloth and one day I might embroider it” tradition. We laughed. We ate (too much). We avoided talking politics as much as possible. England doesn’t do Thanksgiving, so this was as much Special Family Dinner as anything.

    However, the very very best part of our day came when my dad, who is known for using a spoon as a catapult to make Brussels sprouts fly, brought out an actual catapult with foam balls…and then another…and then I found a 3rd. And what is usually a few Brussels, maybe some peas or tic tacs (because lost Brussels underneath my parents piano and inside their Christmas tree one year was a thing and fresh food was banned) sailing across the table turned into a FULL BLOWN ACTUAL FOOD FIGHT. There were 16 foam balls, Brussels, Yorkshires, stuffing balls, balled up napkins…you name it, blasting across my dining room and kitchen.

    Son and roommate teamed up behind the kitchen island with 2 catapults. Daughter and I teamed up behind the dining room table, she with the 3rd catapult and me with a handy frying pan and the wooden security stick from the sliding porch door to protect her. Mum and dad mostly ducked, took photos, and retrieved ammo. The dog patrolled and enjoyed the spoils of war. The cats, unremarkably, hid.

    During a strategic timeout, I put the wineglasses in the fridge so they wouldn’t get broken. We fished foam balls out of the leftover gravy on the stove. My beloved frying pan is now well dented, due to a communication error between my brain (drop the stick! whack that incoming Yorkshire with the pan!) and hands (fling the pan! scream! wave the stick around! realise you’re an uncoordinated twat! scream again!). Every time I cook something in my frying pan, I stroke the dented section in apology and smile the biggest, best smile. Eventually I took a mandarin to the face, swiftly followed by one to the groin (mandarins are now banned as ammo), and the injury timeout turned into OMG-we’re-too-knackered-to-continue-also-I-might-need-dry-knickers-from-too-much-laughing, and a truce was called so we could clean up. Still laughing.

    We had a thoroughly unconventional post dinner activity. Many people will probably be in shock and quite disgusted. It’s OK. The 6 of us have amazing memories for ever, because for half an hour-ish we totally let go and just REVELLED, truly, in being family. Even roommate; she is absolutely family too. I see my parents twice a year if I am very lucky. One of my absolute biggest regrets in life is that I made a choice (to marry ex) which meant my kids grew up 3000 miles away from my parents. My dad’s health is declining. I don’t know how many more times a Significant Family Dinner will look like this.

    Will we remember this Thanksgiving because we spent a few hours in each other’s company and ate good food despite the fact that we are a very opinionated and loud mix of omni/WFPB, Christian/Jewish/agnostic, straight/LGBT+, British/American, conservative/liberal, able-bodied and healthy/semi-disabled, open minded/definitely NOT so open minded? Sure. Plus we have the now-embroidered tablecloth (I needed to wash it, because, well, food fight, and didn’t want to wash out the signatures/date). But mostly we’ll remember and cherish it because 2018 was the Year of the Amazing Food Fight and because above all, we have an incredible family. And we love each other despite living very different lifestyles.

    (P.S. the following day I found a greasy mark on the sliding porch door; I figured out it was roast potato/Yorkshire size. I laughed as I cleaned it off and made sure to text my daughter about it. One foam ball is still missing. It might have fallen into the bin. Or maybe the dog ate it. I don’t think so, though.)

    • Rachel on December 4, 2018 at 7:59 am

      This is wonderful!

    • Lyndsey Hafer Williams on December 5, 2018 at 2:01 pm

      Donna! “Fresh food was banned…” Hahahahahaha! I’m cracking up! That’s so awesome. Thank you so very much for sharing your epic story with me! Xoxo

  9. Becky on January 8, 2019 at 4:39 pm

    5 stars
    I loved loved loved this post. Spending time with you extended family can definitely be stressful but it’s about being grateful for the coming together, knowing that family will always be reliably annoying but reliable nonetheless. I would really like to know how far you traveled with all of your pre-made Thanksgiving good? I haven’t thought of preparing food and bringing it with us because there’s a two hour plane ride involved. I find preparing my own food at my family’s house to be tough because of space limitations. Any ideas or tips would be awesome! Can’t wait to try this recipe!

  10. Sandrina on October 31, 2021 at 4:22 pm

    5 stars
    I love this recipe! I’ve been making it since it came out -such a great way to get my chocolate fix!

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