Things were a little dicey this year because I got called to jury duty today and had no idea whether I'd be called back again tomorrow... so we got all the shopping done yesterday. The stores were all madhouses but everyone was cheerful and the only thing they were out of was the kosher salt (but it turns out I had enough for the dry brine, so all's well that ends well). I waited too long to phone in my order for a HoKa turkey, but managed to waltz into Fresh Farms in Niles and get one of the butchers to dig out a nice 17-pounder out of the back storage! And I was dismissed from jury duty after spending a day holding down a chair in the Daley Center, so it's now All Thanksgiving, All Day, Everyday this week!
We are also staying very traditional:
• Deviled eggs, hot artichoke dip, shrimp cocktail, a cheese assortment, and a variety of olives will be out for nibbling in the early afternoon.
• Dry brined and roasted turkey (the
Judy Bird, currently resting in a cooler on the back porch)
• A gallon of gravy (I'm making the stock as I type, using info gleaned from the infamous
Good Gravy thread on this very site)
• Sausage-apple dressing
• A vat of mashed potatoes (and some slightly pathetic mashed cauliflower for borderline-diabetic me)
•
Ree Drummond's yummy green beans (featuring grease and some bits from Chouxfly's home-smoked bacon)
• Crushed kale salad (with kale from our community garden)
• Cranberry sauce (spiced with the yummy orange liqueur we got from North Shore Distillery a few years back)
• Rolls (probably sacaduros from the Rose Levy Berenbaum Bread Bible, made by Chouxfly)
• Pumpkin pie (with an almond meal crust) and homemade vanilla ice cream for dessert, with an eggnog chaser
I hope you all have smooth sailing this week... and if you don't, I hope you get a great story out of it (and you rush right back here to tell us all about it!)
“Assuredly it is a great accomplishment to be a novelist, but it is no mediocre glory to be a cook.” -- Alexandre Dumas
"I give you Chicago. It is no London and Harvard. It is not Paris and buttermilk. It is American in every chitling and sparerib. It is alive from tail to snout." -- H.L. Mencken