Making Up For Lost Time

Being an official food-blogger is something that gives me great pride largely because it allows me to pretend to have some knowledge of current trends in culture and technology as well as domestic artistry. In fact, I have been known to share the fact that I am an official food-blogger with friends and colleagues whenever I can work it in. However, I know the sad truth is that I cook and play on the internet far less than I would like. The center of the Cackalacky Kitchen Blogosphere is without a doubt in Raleigh, North Carolina.

NOT to be deterred, I take every opportunity to go completely overboard when an opportunity to catch up on these activities arises. Thanksgiving, of course, is just such an opportunity. Especially when it follows a perfectly-timed visit to the CK motherland (Anna's kitchen). I spent a few days in Raleigh, where we did some practice rounds of cooking and had a wonderful time. Ollie helped me make some pumpkin chocolate chip mini-muffins that were so good even HE ate a few without being begged.

So I ventured back to the Big Apple on Thanksgiving, and started to make plans for our big feast. (Which my co-conspirator Adam and I planned for Saturday because of work/family schedules.) After a few emails, and a quick strategy session, we made a bunch of lists and schedules for the day and we managed to pull of a well-organized and over-the-top dinner for our friends and family.

This is me, whipping the cream that would later go with the desserts. Can you tell how excited I am? Long ago, Anna and I learned from our mom that there was nothing like fresh whipped cream with the smallest amount of sugar and a splash of cognac. It was all I could do not to dig my spoon into the serving bowl. (Before dinner. After dinner, all bets were off). Just as I went for the hand-mixer, I jumped at the chance to use my mezzaluna to chop the pecans and ginger-snaps that went into the pie crust. I find no better antidote to living a modern, busy, urban life than to make a huge mess chopping nuts in the most inefficient means imaginable while listening to NPR.

On Saturday morning, Adam and I headed to the Greenmarket - a Farmer's Market for the ages - and came back with piles of produce, fresh cream and butter, and warm bread to serve alongside the 15 pound turkey he had stuck in the fridge to brine the night before. (Have I mentioned yet that we were going to be seven for dinner?)
Here's our menu:
Roasted garlic and herb dip
Brussels sprouts sauteed with bacon
Green bean casserole (recipe straight from grandmothers in Michigan)
Smashed Red Bliss potatoes
The Bird
Cranberry Sauce
Ginger-Pecan pumpkin pie
Chocolate orange pots de creme




We may be eating leftovers for quite some time, which suits me just fine, because who knows when the next chance for such a feast will be! It's back to work for me.