Here is what we have to eat:
Chicken Liver Crostini
Scallops with Tarragon Sauce
Braised Beet Salad with Pickled Onions and Red Wine Syrup
Cauliflower & Butter Soup
Roast Turkey with Pancetta Butter & Pancetta Gravy
Cornbread, Kale & Radicchio Stuffing
Root Vegetable & Pear Ragout
Mashed Potatoes with Dry-Rubbed Smoked Bacon
Creamed Spinach with Shiitake Mushrooms & Gouda
Brussels Sprout Hash
Cranberry-Pomegranate Relish (the only thing getting repeated from previous years)
German Chocolate Pie
I made everything but the Pecan, Apple, and Pumpkin pies.
And now I am zonked.
I was going to put up an instruction manual on making turkey stock, but I feel like it's kind of too late to do that for all of you. Dammit. I even took pictures, I meant to do it earlier this week but I...was in cooking-land.
So, a couple stories of things that happened this week.
1) My mom and I were in this store that has one of those cart escalator things that carries your cart while you ride the escalator. So my mom and I said goodbye to the cart when we put it on the carry-thingy and talked to it all the way down so it wouldn't be lonely. The lady in front of us, who couldn't have been much older than me, kept turning around and giving us dirty looks.
So when we got to the bottom of the stairs, my mom was like, "do you think she was jealous that our cart was more loved than hers?" and I said, "no, Mommy, I think she was trying to figure out which one of us was the retarded child."
2) I had this dream. This description is C/Ped from an IM to quizzicalsphinx.
It was this small college town and there was this kid in the computer lab in an AIM chat room working on a group project for class. And one by one the people in the chat room sign off in the middle of the project. Not all of them, just a few. So he gets pissed off and tells the rest of the kids in the chat that he's going to buy a candy bar and will be back. And he turns around, and EVERYONE ELSE IN THE COMPUTER LAB is slumped over at their computers with blood dripping from their ears.
So then the kid freaks out and leaves the computer lab and is walking through the student union and it's chaos. They're saying one in every five kids on campus has dropped dead suddenly.
So he runs to his girlfriend's house; her parents are professors at the schooln. When he gets there, the first thing he sees is his girlfriend dead on the mud room floor
He goes outside again and there are cops and crazy students and shit and these people on stilts dressed in 18th century costumes with big pink wigs and megaphones claiming responsibility for a sonar terrorist attack on the campus. And they were passing out pamphlets and telling people to join their crazy-ass cult. On stilts. With megaphones. And they were very convincing because people were taking them.
Now I have a liret asleep and we go to Delaware in the morning! Well. In two hours. I sleep in the car. Then we eat. Oh, how we eat.
Also, my father thinks liret is our Thanksgiving turkey. I think the part where she keeps bawking at him isn't helping.
And finally, a reminder: 2007 Holiday Greetings? Want One? Click here.