Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Gastrointestinal schemes most fowl!
Turkey breast thawing. Check!
Pecan wood chips bought. Check!
Weber kettle grill cleaned and readied. Check!
Kingsfords charcoal in hand. Check!
That's tomorrow. To have ready ahead of time.
For Thanksgiving Day:
Cornish hens procured. Check!
Apple wood chips bought. Check!
Um, sweet potatoes for baking, white potatoes for smurshing, other various and sundry veggies, traditional cylindrical and gelatinous cranberry substance, pumpkin pie, pecan pie, mincemeat pie -- check, check, check!
Bird and Yankeebeau are coming tomorrow night! They'll help us decorate the house Thursday! And feast with us Thursday evening.
For my Bird and her Yankeebeau, I am truly thankful.
What are y'all's plans!?!
(Well, other than my mother, from whom I picked up such proclivities.)
Of course, my dinner would not be complete without baked corn pudding (a Pennsylvania Dutch regional specialty) and my own apple-cornbread-sausage stuffing.
Do you know that at the end of that meal, the cylindrical gelatinous substance was still standing, intact? Not one person touched so much as a spoon to the delicacy. At least it was good for comedic relief.
Boil cranberries in a cup o' water and add a cup o' sugar (or less, depending on how tart you like it). Boil for 5-10 minutes until the berries pop. Let sit for a while (maybe an hour) so it gels. Presto!
Try it once and you'll never go back to canned.
Friday will be the three of us plus my brother's family and two grandparents having turkey enchilladas, veggies of some sort, and a fruit/pastry/marzipan dessert.
My family has always had turkey enchilladas the day after Thanksgiving, so this is not as odd as it might sound--just another tradition.
Will have sweet potato casserole with pecan topping on one half and marshmallows on the other half. Orange salad, maybe rolls of some sort (can't decide), homemade cranberry sauce and cranberry relish, and since we're all watching our waistlines around here, a test run of crustless pumpkin pie.
It's just going to be the three of us, unless we find someone else that doesn't have a place to go. I've got an email into the women's group president asking her if she knows someone at church in just that pickle.
Keeping my fingers crossed. Despite news breaking yesterday, and me havin' to fix it, which sidelined my day by about five hours, I think I've still managed to be off most of today to smoke me a big ol' turkey breast.