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In the House of Felagund, each household has its assigned holidays. Bobby's and my holidays happen to be Independence Day, Halloween, and Thanksgiving. Each of them provides us with the opportunity to feed the people we love until they must be wheeled from our house on a handcart. Thanksgiving is my second-favorite holiday (after Halloween). I mean, c'mon, it involves three things I enjoy immensely: cooking, eating, and giving cheesy speeches.
Given Bobby's and my moral beliefs about our relationship to the Earth through food, Thanksgiving actually is a very important holiday for us, all kidding aside. So we put quite a bit of thought and effort into the menu. And time. We start hording food by midsummer, mostly sweet corn, which we freeze in large quantities to use throughout the winter. We start preparing the meal by ... well, we started this year's yesterday (Monday). I made a batch of motley vanilla ice cream, which I mixed today and OMG. I made Bobby try it when he was home from work, and he claims it is my best yet, but he says that about every ice cream I make.
Tonight ... let's see, I made croutons, Bobby cooked up a neck squash for pumpkin pie (which isn't quite accurately named in this case, but neck squash pie sounds kind of gross) and made pie crust and iced tea. Tomorrow, things will ramp up to still another level. Thursday, we will work from the time we get up until we fall over after everyone leaves. How I ♥ Thanksgiving!
So this is the menu for this year's feast. (* indicates that one of the other members of the Family Felagund is contributing this item.)
Cornucopia ofnuts and berries fresh seasonal fruits
Wassa bread with port wine cheese and plum chutney
Pumpkin cheese soup with croutons
Fresh-baked bread (egg and rye? I think?) with honey butter and herbed butter
"Medieval" turkey (duh)
Stuffing*
Mashed potatoes*
Maple squash medley
Sweet corn bake
Green bean "French fries"
Some sort of dish involving Brussels sprouts (Erin's first Thanksgiving contribution, yay!)*
Candied sweet potatoes*
Sauerkraut and sausage*
Neck squash Pumpkin pie with cinnamon whipped cream
Motley vanilla ice cream
Cannoli*
The only thing I am not looking forward to is cleaning the guest room. The guest room is the catch-all space for stuff we don't know what to do with. It has been strewn with clothes, shoes, and garb of mine for over a year now. The food dehydrator, solar oven, and cheese press live there when we're not using them. The door stays shut, so it doesn't usually matter. But this year, Bobby's family has a wedding to attend the day after Thanksgiving, so Bobby's grandmother is spending the night at our house on Thanksgiving so that she won't be alone. (We will feed her a turkey sandwich and put on a horror movie, and she will be happy. Mom-mom loves horror movies.) But this means that I have to clean the guest room, since we can hardly keep her in the basement. Meeeh. >:^Þ
In non-Thanksgiving-related news, bothdogs Goldens have been to the vet within the last week. It looks like we'll have them around a while yet. Dr. Baker gave them both an A+. Alex weighs 79 pounds, and Lance weighs in at a miniature 66 pounds. (Awww.)
We have been experimenting with cheese-making in the House of Felagund for the past few months. We've successfully made mozzarella, chevre, and paneer. Tonight, we started our first hard cheese, a recipe called farmhouse cheddar. Well, Bobby did most--okay, all--of the work. (Actually, come to think of it, not quite. I picked a dog hair off the top of the cheese its first time out of the press. And I went and looked and made enthusiastic noises at the appearance of the cheese in its two times out of the press.) It took us a while to figure out how to use the cheese press. We are many things, but mechanically minded is not one of them. Tomorrow, it comes out of the press for good, sits for a few days, then gets waxed and aged for a month.
Also, I have a leopard-printed spider on my desk that Bobby bought me from Pier One around Halloween. I've yet to name her but, tonight, decided to name her Samara.
Okay, that's enough silliness about my life. To members of my LJ flist who are celebrating Thanksgiving this week, I hope you have a wonderful meal and even better company. Journey safely, if you're traveling. I am thankful to all of you for the support and friendship you give me throughout the year.
Given Bobby's and my moral beliefs about our relationship to the Earth through food, Thanksgiving actually is a very important holiday for us, all kidding aside. So we put quite a bit of thought and effort into the menu. And time. We start hording food by midsummer, mostly sweet corn, which we freeze in large quantities to use throughout the winter. We start preparing the meal by ... well, we started this year's yesterday (Monday). I made a batch of motley vanilla ice cream, which I mixed today and OMG. I made Bobby try it when he was home from work, and he claims it is my best yet, but he says that about every ice cream I make.
Tonight ... let's see, I made croutons, Bobby cooked up a neck squash for pumpkin pie (which isn't quite accurately named in this case, but neck squash pie sounds kind of gross) and made pie crust and iced tea. Tomorrow, things will ramp up to still another level. Thursday, we will work from the time we get up until we fall over after everyone leaves. How I ♥ Thanksgiving!
So this is the menu for this year's feast. (* indicates that one of the other members of the Family Felagund is contributing this item.)
Cornucopia of
Wassa bread with port wine cheese and plum chutney
Pumpkin cheese soup with croutons
Fresh-baked bread (egg and rye? I think?) with honey butter and herbed butter
"Medieval" turkey (duh)
Stuffing*
Mashed potatoes*
Maple squash medley
Sweet corn bake
Green bean "French fries"
Some sort of dish involving Brussels sprouts (Erin's first Thanksgiving contribution, yay!)*
Candied sweet potatoes*
Sauerkraut and sausage*
Motley vanilla ice cream
Cannoli*
The only thing I am not looking forward to is cleaning the guest room. The guest room is the catch-all space for stuff we don't know what to do with. It has been strewn with clothes, shoes, and garb of mine for over a year now. The food dehydrator, solar oven, and cheese press live there when we're not using them. The door stays shut, so it doesn't usually matter. But this year, Bobby's family has a wedding to attend the day after Thanksgiving, so Bobby's grandmother is spending the night at our house on Thanksgiving so that she won't be alone. (We will feed her a turkey sandwich and put on a horror movie, and she will be happy. Mom-mom loves horror movies.) But this means that I have to clean the guest room, since we can hardly keep her in the basement. Meeeh. >:^Þ
In non-Thanksgiving-related news, both
We have been experimenting with cheese-making in the House of Felagund for the past few months. We've successfully made mozzarella, chevre, and paneer. Tonight, we started our first hard cheese, a recipe called farmhouse cheddar. Well, Bobby did most--okay, all--of the work. (Actually, come to think of it, not quite. I picked a dog hair off the top of the cheese its first time out of the press. And I went and looked and made enthusiastic noises at the appearance of the cheese in its two times out of the press.) It took us a while to figure out how to use the cheese press. We are many things, but mechanically minded is not one of them. Tomorrow, it comes out of the press for good, sits for a few days, then gets waxed and aged for a month.
Also, I have a leopard-printed spider on my desk that Bobby bought me from Pier One around Halloween. I've yet to name her but, tonight, decided to name her Samara.
Okay, that's enough silliness about my life. To members of my LJ flist who are celebrating Thanksgiving this week, I hope you have a wonderful meal and even better company. Journey safely, if you're traveling. I am thankful to all of you for the support and friendship you give me throughout the year.
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