The day after the day after
As a child my bi-polar (and possibly other mental issues) step-father always made Thanksgiving. For many years he was a pilot and flew at night. He spent his days watch Graham Kerr and other chefs on TV (it was rather limited back then) and used his skills to try new recipes at home. That was the best part of him. We owned authentic Chinese bamboo steamers, woks, every pan imaginable with which we made 8 kinds of seafood jambalaya, from scratch crepes flambe, won tons filled with shrimp and chicken, Cornish game hens, and lots of really good pies.
Thanksgiving was from scratch. Delicious rolls brushed with melted butter and honey, an apple pie for Grandpa, a "cherries jubilee" pie for me made by Grandma, two pumpkin pies, cherry pie, and some sort of cream pie. There were all the usual accoutrements but only one thing came from a can - the cranberry jelly because that's how we liked it. I fondly remember the ridged can indentations on the jelly popping out one by one with the splooch as it landed on the fancy china.
This year there was no cranberry, canned or homemade. The kids and I have a mild allergy to cranberries. I didn't really miss them though if you had asked me in previous years what my favorite part was I would have told you that stuffing with cranberries was the highlight. There was still stuffing though.
Two loaves of "regular" bread (using Bette Hagman's 4 bean flour mix which only includes one bean flour but 3 other flours for a total of 4, tapioca, corn starch, and sorghum) and a pan of corn bread plus sauteed portabella mushrooms, onion, and celery with homemade stock, sage, and bits of butter for the top made our stuffing this year. It was a lot of work and not exactly like when I was a child but it was delicious and a wonderful new experience.
There were green beans but not the traditional mixed with a can of condensed soup and topped with canned dried onions (why do people keep making that dish? no one eats it) but my new version which will be kept and done not only at Thanksgiving. Bacon cooked until crispy and then onions and mushrooms sauteed together and tossed with the beans. Even my green bean disliking boy enjoyed these.
The turkeys of my childhood were massive affairs roasted for hours on end and basted every half hour. Mine was brined and roasted only 2 hours with butter above and below the skin and stuffed with lemons and herbs. Next time I'll brine longer and with more salt but it still was enjoyable. Next time I'll also follow my own intuition instead of waiting for the do-hicky to pop out.
The pies turned out better than any pies I've ever made before though they weren't perfect which leads me to want to try again and perfect them. The gluten free crust on the pumpkin pie was really good. Tender and light tasting. I'd really like to make a mock graham crust for next year as it is my preference for pumpkin pie. The wheat cherry pie crust was good too. The filling wasn't quite right because I bought black cherries as they were out of tart cherries. I adjusted the sugar so it wasn't too sweet but black cherries have a faint perfume like flavor which is great in a candle.
There were mashed potatoes and gravy, broccoli with cheese sauce, currant wine, and apple cider. The table was set with handmade placemats and napkins and an array of candles. It was a nice meal topped off with some couch lounging. We had a lovely day and I'm so glad we chose to spend it at home with just the 5 of us.