Well, we made it. I feel a bit as if I’ve just emerged from a food-coma-induced cloud, only to discover that someone filled my fridge with delicious leftovers.
Since this is my third annual Biggest Little Thanksgiving, I thought I had this down. I thought that making a ton of food was making a ton of food; because it is, isn’t it? I failed to take into account two important factors: 1) the size/quantity of the bird(s), and 2) people, and therefore time.
Corn pudding was part two of the Thanksgiving Eve cooking enterprise. This is a recipe I’ve made many times before, so it went fairly uneventfully, but you know me and documenting things…
As always, I doubled this recipe. I’m convinced that one batch of this stuff is not enough, and besides, it just works out better with the pans that way. The only down side to this is that it means two batches in the food processor, because even my big Cuisinart can’t quite handle 6 cups of corn and 3 cups of milk and 8 eggs all at the same time.
Extravagant Thanksgiving 2011!
Last year, my sister and I cooked the Biggest Little Thanksgiving in her tiny kitchen in Baltimore. We had such a ball that we wanted to do it again this year – but this time, we decided we needed a bit more space. So we told everyone that we were posting up at my house this year, and anyone who wanted to could come by, but we were not going to leave until everything had been cooked and eaten.
This Thanksgiving, for the first time, my sister and I decided to thwart family tradition and strike out on our own. We, and two friends, and three dogs, created our own outrageous feast of astronomical proportions. And considering that we weren’t planning to feed the dogs, the volume of food in the house that day was verging on true madness.
Also madness was our well-intentioned plan to make things we’ve never made before. Fortunately (Thankfully?) the fates were on our side, and nearly everything we tried worked out well. We learned how to halve Cornish Game Hens; I learned how to make a pie crust (which, with a food processor, was a cinch); we discovered that neither of us really like our new green bean casserole recipe, but that it works…; and we failed, as usual, to discover the outer limits of our gastronomic abilities. Clearing your plate (or the table) runs in the family.