'Serenity'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
The cranberry-haters, while they are freaks and wrong... well, at least it's an ethos.
I know. I should choose a side dish. I love craisins and the juice but dislike the gelatinous canned stuff my mom used to put out at Thanksgiving. I suspect the only thing keeping me from true cranberry love is that I've never had them lovingly and properly prepared in a sauce.
I am making giblet gravy right now AIFG. It's a bit time consuming, though. I'm glad we thought to do as much of this stuff as possible today. The giblet gravy is brown.
There are no drippings in the gravy, because they will all be in the stuffing OMG YUM, we're butterflying the turkey over a pan of cornbread stuffing. I got this idea weeks ago from Jessica, and then found it in the OTC (One True Cookbook) as a high roast crisp skin butterfly badass bird. Thing.
I would have loved to cook a bunch more stuff but there will only be 4 of us at dinner and so I had to forcibly restrain myself. But even with 4 people, there are still two kinds of cranberry sauce. crazy cranberry haters! and the same to gravy haters! Next thing you'll tell me is that you hate beer and then I will cry before realzing that it just means more beer, gravy, and cranberrys for ME!
In spite of my wishy washiness about cranberries, I'll stand firm on the subject of gravy. I love it! It's good--no matter what the color or base.
Has Deena checked in? They're supposed to be getting A LOT of snow tonight and tomorrow. I hope everyone is snug up there.
t runs off to dinner at Nora's
Has Deena checked in? They're supposed to be getting A LOT of snow tonight and tomorrow. I hope everyone is snug up there.
Oh, dear. My coworker is moving up there this weekend.
Tomorrow morning (okay, 'morning' being around 10:30-11:00 in our house) I will get up and start preparing the turkey. By about 1:30-2PM, my parents will turn up, and my mom will (1) bring an entire box of kitchen utensils she suspects I don't have, and (2) shoo me away from the stove. That we've been hosting some sort of huge Thanksgiving potluck meal for the past 10 years has made no impact on my mother's strongly-held belief that I should not be trusted with a stove or knives.
I don't mind anymore. I'll just smile, move to another counter in the kitchen, and start mixing chocolate martinis for people.
My coworker is moving up there this weekend.
The snow bands are usually heaviest closest to the lake and to the East of town. But they're calling for anywhere from a foot to two feet of snow, which is a lot in my book.
whee! 5 people for dinner!
(ETA: in repsonse to amych's announcement that she would be joining us)
a high roast crisp skin butterfly badass bird.
Oh, man. Can you hear my mouth watering from here?
I am currently making beans for The Tortillas and Beans Dinner so that tired and cranky vw has something to eat once she gets home, because every once in a fifth blue moon or a month of Sundays, whichever comes first, I am capable of being the nice roomie.