Fess up. Who stole the turkey I’d ordered from Eagle Farm Super Butcher for our family thanksgiving dinner on Saturday? It was placed in the corner with my name on it. The nerve! Had to have chickens instead. No matter how much butter you add, it’s still a chicken.
All the big names came to the table. Joseph Conran (for Wedgewood), Villeroy and Bosch, Vera Wang (for Wedgewood), and Royal Doulton.
I have learned recently, that I am a feeder. I am not a weirdo with a fat fetish, but I like to feed people. It brings me great satisfaction. So there was lots of food. Pumpkin, corn, mashed potato, Waldorf salad, and authentic gravy- not a scant of gravox- just a little chicken drippings, white wine and cornflour stirred on the stove by my sister in law who is gifted in gravy making.
The bbq meat was accompanied by a Waldorf salad. If you want to get out of your salad rut, chop some red apples, halve some red seedless grapes, add in some walnuts and torn butter lettuce leaves- drizzle in some mayonnaise and lemon. And eat.
My favourite meal is always dessert. Frankly, I consider the main an entree to dessert. So served up some caramel tarts, rum balls, as well as a red velvet cake that J brought along.