As I do pretty much all the cooking these days (well, for the past few years), holidays really just felt like more of the same. With teenagers who have an attention span of about 12 minutes at the dinner table, I REALLY didn’t want to cook all day for a meal that lasted 20 minutes, the last 10 of which was just Z and I talking to each other. So Thanksgiving meals have either been done really casually, or at a restaurant. No pressure on anyone (meaning me).
Up until yesterday, I hadn’t given Thanksgiving a thought. I was planning to just kind of ad lib my way through. Maybe we’d order in or go out for Korean Barbeque or something. Alex was arriving home Friday night and Z and I had been busy most nights this week, and I just didn’t want to plan.
I was picking up something at the pharmacy next to our local Bruno’s and so I popped in to see what they had. I spotted some beautiful stuffed and rolled turkey breasts and suddenly I felt like planning a meal. Maybe it was taking the big bird and turning it into an elegant and easy to prepare roast, but I grabbed one of those guys and headed over to Loblaws to get the rest of the meal.
So, in half an hour, we’ll be eating said stuffed turkey breast, Pioneer Woman’s creamy mashed potatoes (made with 3/4 sweet potatoes), gravy, homemade cranberry sauce (how easy is THAT?), roasted asparagus, and assorted pickles, followed by a cheese plate. For dessert, I made two pies: an apple from fruit picked by my brother and his family, and a pumpkin made from cooked, pureed pumpkin that I froze last fall.
We have much to be thankful, and that will be tomorrow’s post.