I am oh so thankful this year for you, my sister, this, our blogtastic creation, our wonderful family who appreciates the subtle superiority of a brined turkey, an aunt who makes a kickass Thanksgiving spread set on a table that would knock Martha's Wellies right off, the optimism displayed by our country in these hard and sad times, the awesome boots I just got for a fraction of the price, my nice cozy apartment on a cold winter night, a city with infinite answers to the question "what do you feel like for dinner?", a reasonable amount of disposable income with which to explore said answers, our aunt's recipe for perfect and easy pumpkin bread, the book I just finished that made me sob before I even had a chance to realize how good it was, you, dear readers, and other things too numerous to mention.
To celebrate, the annual parade of floats gargantuan, elaborate, and colorful:
The turkey. Brined in cider, salt, pepper, herbs. Moist and crispy. Usually it's all about the sides for me, but this year the turkey was where it's at.
Mid-carving.
The spread. Stuffing. Brussels sprouts with pecans. Sweet potatoes. Sunchokes (jerusalem artichokes).
Turkeyleaf Mise en place.
Plate o bird.
Pumpkin bread. Corn muffins.
So good it deserves it's own picture.
Pumpkin log stuffed with gingered mascarpone.
Best. Pie. Ever.
You gonna eat that?You gonna eat that?
You gonna eat that?
I'll eat that.
--"Birch" by Karen Shepherd
With love and admiration for auntie and uncle for feeding us all so darn well.
Love,
The Mouse
