t-day
t is for turkey. unless you're a vegetarian, in which case t stands for vegetables.
the week leading up to thanksgiving was a bit of a blur. with preparations for the t-day feast, preparations for abby's incoming family, and new touchups to my tattoo, i can't believe the whole thing has come and gone without so much as an ever so slightly increased sense of impending doom.
the menu:
mashed sweet potatoes
roasted red potatoes, carrots, and parsnips
homemade challah bread
green bean cassarole
homemade cranberry sauce
the obligatory turkey (for the meat-eaters)
no-meat stuffing (yay and yum!)
one homemade apple pie
one pumpkin pie
three bottles of wine
and (most importantly) a table full of friends
this year was the first year i've had anything at all to do with the cooking of the meal. generally i cook things that come with directions, and even then it always gets burned or singed. generally i still eat what i cook. but dinner guests? thanksgiving dinner? in my kitchen? with vegetables? eek! with abby's mom safely in charge of the beast, and the pies and the bread baked the night before, all that was left was the veggies. everything made it to the table hot and right on time. i couldn't believe how much time and ingredients and love went in to so much delicious food, or how quickly it was devoured.
seriously, the food was freaking awesome. so were the pies, which we continued to make snacks out of (along with some ice cream) for the next 2 days.
for the first time since, well, since i can remember, i was excited about food. i had taken such a part in the preparation of the stuff (real food, not condensed and dried crap in a box) that i truly couldn't wait to taste what i had created. it helped that most of the veggies were my starchy favorites, but still, i had this overwhelming feeling of goodness about eating that i've never felt before. even dessert felt somehow extra special.
well-fed, loved, warm, happy, content.
quote of the day:
"why can't they tweak their *own* nipples?"





