So, there hasn't been much going on over here in my neck of the woods, and what has happened has been food-related because, A) last week was Thanksgiving, and B) that's pretty much the story of my life.
I finally went to my first traditional Thanksgiving dinner this year. My family and I don't really celebrate Western holidays, so we never had turkey. For the years where my dad's company gave him a free bird, we always handed it over to my aunt who in turn would make turkey curry, which itself is good, but probably not what what the folks at the first Thanksgiving ate. Anyway, Kimberly's mom, Evan, kindly invited me to her get-together. I made an apple-gruyère pie for my contribution to the dinner, only to find out that I'd be working much more than that for my dinner. Kimberly and I got to Evan's house in the early afternoon, and Evan put me to work almost immediately... while Kimberly played with Bella the cat (who was not named after the
Twilight character, I'm glad to say!) because she's not cut out for domestic work of any kind. There was a lot of blending, mixing, and chopping action, not to mention the fact that I got saddled with the task of massaging olive oil all over the bird before it went into the over. I even made the cranberry sauce all by myself even though I hadn't even had it before. Whether it was because Evan was confident in my culinary skills, or she simply had too many other jobs to do, I'll never know. But no worries, the sauce came out the way it was suppose to. Or so Andrew, Evan's fiancé, told me.
A rundown of the final dinner: turkey with cranberry sauce, pork loin, stuffing, mashed potatoes, yams, green beans, butternut squash soup (soooo good), biscuits, pumpkin cheesecake, and of course my apple pie, which I received many compliments about. And how do you top off a very good meal? With some karaoke, of course. I'm normally not one for karaoke, but I sang my ass off to "Hey Jude" and "Every Breath You Take," which prompted my cousin Cung to ask if I was drunk.
I also made white chocolate chip cookies yesterday, and while there's a good chance that they will be what finally makes the diabetes that runs in my family rear its ugly head, I kind of don't care.
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