So I am writing this on Thanksgiving, in the throes of a turkey-induced food coma. I didn’t cook, but I did purchase a dinner that, in the true American Tradition of Gluttony® was large enough to feed three. I will also cop to having a couple glasses of chardonnay, so I was out like a light by nine.
The funny part is that I am in general not a big fan of turkey- Thanksgiving is the only time I indulge. I am however a bog fan of the side dishes. I adore the various stuffings and mashed potatoes and vegetables. I may be the only person I know who gets excited at the prospect of brussels sprouts (my favorite way is from Two Hot Tamales’ Mary Sue Milliken and Susan Fnniger: slice them paper thin using a mandolin, sauté 3 to five minuted in butter and finish with a spritz of lime juice. even people who claim to hate brussels sprouts will be converts.)
The thing I did not indulge in but certainly will before the weekend is out is pie. Apple and pumpkin were always the tradition at my parents, home made of course. Apples came from the cold cellar, which had previously been used to store coal before heating oil became the fuel of choice. Each September we’d buy a bunch of apples from Atkins Farm in Hadley and they’d happily keep all winter down cellar (as we Yankees say) and apple pies were one of the happy result. Pumpkin was from a can, however, because, well because. There are just certain things that aren’t worth it when it comes right down to it. After having deveining, chopping and sautéing what seemed at the time and endless amount of spinach leaves only to end up with about three cups of home-made creamed spinach, only to be told by my diners they don’t like spinach, I’m all for taking help from the freezer aisle or the can.
I hope you all had a lovely turkey day- please share any of your recipes in the comments