While you’re enjoying your holiday meal, think about the people who made it possible.

No, we don’t mean either the Pilgrims or the Native Americans. And we’re not talking about the various corporate producers of pre-packaged food. We mean the people who actually prepare the eats: the butchers, the bakers, the sesame-bagel makers.

We’re not looking at the big picture here. We’re focusing on some of the slicers and dicers and stirrers. The real movers and shakers of your world.

So give thanks already. Even you, Junior. Where are you going to get your next meal? Directly from your mom, that’s where.

Sharing the wealth: Busting their buns at the Interfaith Nutrition Network in Hempstead, a soup kitchen for the poor, Helen Kammerer minds the oven, John Hertler doles out the ketchup and a woman named Jackie contemplates the miracle of biscuits that rise.

In the beginning: Who’s better off than little James Fitzgibbon? He starts life the right way, with a lunch in his Lindenhurst home, courtesy of his mother, Lori.

A higher law: Sohain Shabar helps devout Muslims follow their
ancient dietary rules by providing hand-slaughtered animals at his
family-owned business in Hicksville.

Eat me raw: Put down that carving knife and let a sushi chef show you how to do it. Tony Sekine of Yuki’s Palette in Westbury is responsible for these slices of heaven.

Consuming mass quantities: OK, maybe you’d say this joint isn’t so haute, but it’s about time you acknowledged that someone at this Hardee’s in Merrick—and at thousands of similar places—is making those burgers for you.