My wife and I had a very quiet Thanksgiving yesterday. I spent some of the time working. The rest of the day I spent cooking. We only had a single guest—a dear old friend without family in town.
The only excitement came at the end of the evning during cleanup. A horrible sound came from the garbage disposal. After turning if off my wife found that the problem was a pie weight that had somehow fallen into the disposal. She ingeniously removed the pie weight without sticking her hand into the disposal by wrapping duct tape (I think that makes 1,007 uses) around a chopstick and fishing the weight out with it.
I made my standard menu: smoked turkey, a variant on my wife’s family’s dressing, mashed potatoes with gravy, brussels sprouts, cranberry mold and cranberry relish, pumpkin chiffon pie. The pie was probably our all-time best effort.
We’re both on a ketogenic diet. We had a delicious ribeye steak with coleslaw, pickles, green peppers and salsa. It was delicious; it barely need a knife and melted in my mouth. I am so glad to be a carnivore.
We went skiing and cooked nothing. It was a nice change of pace.
Christmas will be the big event this year, we are hosting and many family from out of town will attend.
Nephew and his partner hosted. Partner invited his family there. They are of Swedish descent so we had rutabagas as part of the meal, which I had not had in 50 years. I think I can wait another 50 to try them again.
Steve