T’anks Givin’
So, I have planned my menu, and it is:
• Tarragon chicken
• Chestnut, prune, and pancetta stuffing
• Sticky rice with Chinese sausage
• Mashed celery root potatoes
• Cranberry, shallot and dried-cherry compote
• Squash pull-apart dinner rolls
• Pumpkin pie
• Cranberry pumpkin upside-down cake
And if Peter’s friend comes over again and he brings a veg or two, and some booze, that ought to be enough for three people, right?
That leaves 25 things to get from three grocery stores and one liquor store. Even swapping a chicken for the turkey, Thanksgiving just isn’t something that works well for the exiled city-dweller.
November 20th, 2007 at 7:07 pm
Ditch the chicken. Get the turkey. Even if just a turkey breast.
Chicken DOES NOT make it.
November 20th, 2007 at 11:23 pm
Hmm, Peter’s friend bought a tofurky before we invited him, which he wants to make use of. But I suppose even in combination with the chicken, it’s an unsatisfactory substitute?
November 21st, 2007 at 3:04 am
Heh, I packed off Chris and Judy to Cuber yesterday and look forward to a quiet Thanksgiving with the cats and the goldies. Ima gonna make some ribs and an obscene amount of mashed potatoes. I find potatoe peeling calming. I wish I had a front porch to peel them on. Peeling them on the meagre front steps might look a little too ecentric. Wonder how much a front porch would cost? In 20 years I’m going to need a place to scan HEY YOU DAMN KIDZ! YES YOU GET OFF THE DAMN LAWN YE LITTLE BASTIDS!
November 21st, 2007 at 9:14 am
Mmm, ribs… I haven’t had those since I last lived at home… Not really the season for them, is it?
November 21st, 2007 at 11:46 pm
It’s always the season for ribs. Besides the temperature is in the sixties at 2.45 a.m.!
November 22nd, 2007 at 7:01 am
Happy Thanksgiving, ex-Colonials.
Er, precisely what is pumpkin supposed to taste of? I’d be fascinated to know.
November 22nd, 2007 at 8:33 am
Well, it tastes a good deal like any other squash, just more pumpkiny. Then it’s overwhelmed with sugar, condensed milk, spices, and a flaky pie crust. Just a vessel, really.
Who wants to make me ribs for lunch.
ninme’s tummy rumbles