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.
For my first Smitten Kitchen recipe, I decided to go with savory. We needed dinner. I actually meant to make the Roasted Fingerling and Carrot Coins, but then I decided we needed a main course, and by the time I figured that out, it was too much food to have both. So instead we had the Tomato-Glazed Meatloaves.
They were supposed to be made with brown butter mashed potatoes, but I lost a little momentum by then, so I just made regular mashed potatoes, with the yukon gold potatoes I had been planning to use for the roasted fingerlings. I’ll make the brown butter ones for another post.
Our traditional Thanksgiving (and any holiday) mashed potatoes are my sister’s secret recipe, which I adore and which we never make the same way twice. For some reason, this year, I decided we should try something new. And then I did it all wrong. Boo! I think my rationale was to add some color to the mean – I thought green potatoes would spice things up a bit. And it would have worked find if I’d gone with my instinct instead of actually trying to follow the darned recipe…
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.