I have to talk about my Thanksgiving dinner. Oh, my. I’m so proud. The last Thanksgiving meal I enjoyed this much was cooked by my culinary genius of a mother. This meal was so last minute, impromptu, no recipes but what was in my own head…and I stopped the economy of dishes because I was just cooking for myself…kept the tradition that there were so many dishes one serving spoon of each filled you completely. Roasted the turkey, came out perfectly, in white wine and rosemary. This I reduced with an addition of thyme and a little heavy cream to make a savory gravy rich with rosemary and thyme. The candied yams were perfection; my impromptu stuffing was divine; for simplicity, I steamed a head of cauliflower with a little seasoning and pepper; peas cooked with low sodium smoked sausage, green onions and mushrooms; but do you know what pulled all the flavors and textures together in a perfect balance that just put a postscript on everything were the mushrooms sauteed in Pinot Noir. Now this is what I called a Thanksgiving meal, as I watched the end of the Macy’s parade and awaited the National Dog Show. I uncorked a bottle of white wine to have with this, but as I tasted everything, it was all so savory I dumped the wine into another glass for later and sipped Pino Noir with my meal and it was perfect. The aroma of my pumpkin souffle baking filled the house as I ate–this was pumpkin mixed with fat free condensed milk, crusted with a dusting of nutmeg and vanilla, baked until it came clean in the middle. Yum, yum, yum. I guess on an occasion when you’re cooking for yourself you can go no stress–but in this case, oh my goodness, what a fine meal. Thank you Lord. The food gods inspired me, and you too!
Needless to say, I was stuffed. Nursed some cold glasses of Pinot Grigio after watching the National Dog Show. When I saw that gorgeous white Samoyed, I was convinced Bogie would win best in show. Almost right…he won Best in Show with Reservations while the Bloodhound took best. Fell in love with the French Bulldog named Frieda. What a character and what a cool name.
At the moment, the entire perfume of coffee percolating on my stove top percolator purchased when I first moved here at the neighborhood hardware store fills the house. I will have a cup laced with a little Jack Daniels. As Mama once said of me, “Bon Vivant!” Tomorrow, long walks, possibly that movie and City Park. Gracious Mary, how I wish you were here to have that dinner with me and either tell me I’m completely right or you had reservations–but, does it matter, any venue wherein we would break bread together, would that not be nirvana? Happy Thanksgiving. This has been the happiest in years, years, I tell you. You would have made a great Scarlet Pimpernel. Spending two hours with dogs has been wonderful. Why have dogs always been such a balm to me, made me so happy, always chased away the blues and gave me exquisite joy? They lower blood pressure you know, what if you met a person with whom you grew so relaxed and trusting, you just naturally fell asleep with your head on their shoulder??????