thank you, food
I’m preloading this post on Wednesday night, after a surprisingly ambitious and well-executed pre-attack on Thanksgiving.
I made these things:
- Carrot-ginger soup, my famous recipe
- Yam salad that did not come out at all the way my mouth wanted it to
- Mashed yams that are incredibly tasty and I should’ve made all the yams into this instead of that weird salad
- Apple pie made with apples from Lamar — still! There are so many apples! These are not pie apples but I have a good feeling about the filling — I tarted it up with lime juice and there MAY be delicious afoot
- Three flower arrangements that are a little avantgarde but who the hell is gonna care
I did these things:
- I parked at the supermarket and then ran a mile loop before braving the insanity of the crowds
- I cleaned all the crystal last week
- I had a brief makeout session with the boyf as thanks for letting me borrow his immersion blender
- I got a blister from all the chopping
- I got a little drunk on orange juice and whiskey while I cooked
This is more work and care than I’ve done … ever? for Thanksgiving. I’m actually looking forward to setting the table and making things look nice, and put some effort into it all. I’m grateful for that, indeed I am. So will be my nephew and the Elderly Relative, who have endured absolute minimum effort on my part for the past few years.
Things I did not do:
- Polish the silver. Even though Evany sent me the link to an easy-peasy polishing method, I couldn’t face it. Maybe tomorrow? Poor mom, I’m sorry that you bore five silver-indifferent offspring. A whole lotta tarnish is going down around here.
- Make the Hasty Pudding (retraining myself not to say “Indian Pudding”). Tomorrow for sure. I might make it early enough so that I can have it for breakfast. I’m excited to exhibit a little gauche Yankee pride with this dish — ah hell, I’m lying, actually it’s all about the butter and sugar.
- Find the tablecloths and runners. Where are they? Are they with the pants?
Anyway, have fun, eat lots, squeeze babies, do your part, behave yourself.