I have to say, food-wise this was probably my most successful Thanksgiving meal to date. I know, that sounds like bragging, but I’m really not. I’m kind of delighted and amazed.
Above – our appetizers. Way in the back, in the crystal dish, we’ve got Ants On a Log. Alex spread the peanut butter and Joe’s fiancé, Sage, added the raisins. Then, on the little green plate, kind of blurred, are the sausages and mustard. More on them in a bit. Then we’ve got little squares of a version of kale pie that were – I’m bragging now – fabulous. And then there’s some cream cheese with hot pepper jelly on top…crackers, and mixed dry-roasted nuts.
I am thankful for the new experience of brining our turkey. We don’t usually have problems with overly dry breast meat anyway, but we thought it would be cool to brine anyway. Here is the turkey, pellicle developed, ready to go.
In my opinion, Bell’s Poultry Seasoning and Yankee Candle need to hook up. Remember those old “you got your chocolate in my peanut butter/you got peanut butter on my chocolate” commercials?
Well, Bells needs to get their poultry seasoning in a candle.
I’d buy a case….
I’m doing a bunch of Thanksgiving-related stuff today, so not writing a post, as such. I’ll probably post periodically on Facebook, so if you’re interested in any of the craziness going on today, you can follow along there.
When I was very little, this record – !!Going Places!!, by Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass – was one of my favorites. According to my mother, I’d stand in the dining room (where our record player was) and dance my little two-year-old head off. Pieces like “Tijuana Taxi” and “Zorba the Greek” – I can hear them so perfectly in my mind it’s like the record is playing. Over and over.
Maybe because of that very early exposure, I’ve always loved the sound of brass.
I know, and I married a classical guitarist. We’ve probably committed some sort of sin in the music world. Well, maybe not. I’m not a musician, so it’s probably okay.
Do you remember making these when you were a kid? I know I first had a version of these warm chocolate and banana treats at some sort of camp when I was young, but I don't remember anything else from that time. I figure I retained what was most important.
My dad enlisted in the navy during WWII before he was old enough to be drafted and placed where he didn’t want to be.
I’ve seen pictures of him in those days – so young. A skinny, smiling, dark-haired boy, either shirtless, cigarette dangling, relaxing with shipmates, or so handsome in his dress whites that my eyes prickle with tears right now, just thinking about it.
Up until today, I still felt the residual effects from being sick and hardly eating most of last week. Foggy headed and suspicious of many foods that I’d ordinarily like. That was me. Unable to multitask without becoming grumpy and stressed. Such a joy to be around.
Today, my head is clear. I feel like I actually have a working brain in there instead of polyster fiberfil. It’s a nice change.
I got up when my clock read 7:08 and didn’t realize I’d forgotten to set my clock back until I powered up my computer and the time display begged to differ.
Ah well. I’ve had enough sleep this past week that I don’t really care about missing my extra hour. And as this is the first morning I’ve woken up and not felt achy or sick or nauseous, I’m happy to spend that extra hour awake and feeling like me again.
I made dinner the other night. Yes, I’ve been feeling progressively horribler and horribler (sick people get to make up words as they go), but earlier this week I managed to throw a meal together using leftovers from the weekend.
And it was comfort food, after all. Chicken Tetrazzini. Creamy, starchy, warm and comforting.
So I picked all the chicken off the carcass from last Friday’s roast chicken, saving the skin and bones for stock, of course, and I cooked the spaghetti, and I made a bechamel which became the base for the sauce.
But I had no Parmesan. It’s one of the ingredients, though, and what was I going to do? (This is where being sick leads to insanity in the kitchen when things aren’t going the way they should. There’s no room for creativity. Bad Things will happen if you don’t use the Exact Ingredients Called For. Or, at least, that’s how it seems.)
And because I so wanted this to taste right (despite the fact that my taste buds were already working improperly), I caved. Yes, I did.
I say I “think” because I don’t remember having the flu before, though I probably did at some point. But I looked up my symptoms this morning after confirming that yes, all that aching and the marrow-deep chills and headache and nausea and tremendous fatigue, plus the fever. It looks like flu.
Here’s Alex, aka Billy the Exterminator. I made the costume for him last year, and he decided to wear it again this year. It still fits, after all. His beard is slightly different – it’s made with his own hair, saved from his last trim. And Bill decided to superglue it to Alex’s face.
Moving along…if you look behind Alex, in the right of the picture, that blue (and barefoot) creature? That’s Julia.