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28.11.10

thanksgiving 2010 (i have found the best problem ever)

There are three open bottles of wine in my house. I delegate bringing wine, it's easier, and then this is what i end up with. What ever shall i do ...

Salud.

P brought an appetizer, consisting of feta and salad and stuffed mushrooms and those breaded sage leaves, and i don't know what she does to the mushrooms but she nails it every time.

The first day i cubed the breads, made a couple of potatoes, and the back-of-the-can pumpkin pie, and brined the turkey breasts overnight in the fridge, nothing special, brown sugar and salt, though as a first time briner i think the attempt is already worth something.

The second day i started early and made the apple strudel from the frozen section, and rolls, and made a schedule: if dinner is set for 6, then the turkeys should go in at 3, the dressing at 5 to brown, before the last rolls, i do not have a big oven so had to time when which things would be in, that they all fit. Note to self - skip the roast veg. Not worth the space, not when something else could fit, not really stellar anyway, at least, my god, if i could ever find acorn squash, the butternut was good, but i miss it even as a late discovery. I have the maple. Note to self - Naschmarkt, genius. Freedom of dressing with apples and speck and oregano, sage, three kinds of bread. Creamed corn with that Italian ham. Mashed potatoes with Gorgonzola and the rest of the condensed milk - since i can find it now. Gravy (since C had mentioned it, i don't eat it, usually, so it slips my mind, so good thing he had) from a packet. Good cranberry and i think i don't even remember the difference, they're smaller, sure, but it's been so long. And then the pie and the apple strudel and the browncake from Y, with the almonds over, and while M didn't come (i feel good for inviting him) i think even if he had there would have been enough leftovers for at least a day's dinner and lunch and dinner again, for the two of us. E likes the turkey best anyway so all the dressing and potatoes are mine. Mine! Joy.

Labels: festivities, food

scrawled @ 22:06