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which_chickI'll be in the kitchen tonight working on my tgiving food items.
I signed up for apple pie (cousin Amanda's husband does not eat the pie of our people so San wants an apple one for him) and breakfast eclairs and the turkey stuffing (may also have outside the bird stuffing, depending on size of bird and amount of available stuffing). I can do the pie tonight, mix up the stuffing (it will stay in the fridge overnight b/c you don't stuff the bird until immediately before you shove it in the oven) and get the eclairs ready to assemble. That's all I signed up for. Well, that and the gravy. Gravy is not a problem for me but it isn't a make-ahead item no matter what NYT says. The NYT is wrong about gravy.
I figure I can start the apple pie and put that in the oven to bake while I do the stuffing. Once those are both done and the kitchen has been restored to a semblance of order, I can make eclair shells. I will probably frost 'em but I won't fill them until way early tomorrow morning b/c I don't like them getting soggy. Yay multitasking.
What are you doing for the holiday? Tell me about the food traditions of your people. Does one person do everything in some sort of matriarchical overachiever effort? Do you farm out the side dishes? Cranberry orange, home cooked cranberry sauce, or that canned shit? Do tell. Share something about your Thanksgiving. (If you are Canadian, you can share what you do in October or whatever. If you are neither Canadian nor USian, well, ok. You can be excused.)
In vamp related news, I have plown (Yes, it's a pretend past tense. Because I'm allowed. Like mown is the... something of "mow". You have fields that have been mown. You have fresh-mown grass. So, y'know, plown is the been-done of "plow". I don't just make shit up, here. There's a rationale, sometimes a thin and flimsy one, behind the games I play with language.) through the first six Sookie Stackhouse novels. They're fun enough. They're especially fun at this point because I'm watching the author's mythology spiralling out of her control. For real. First, there were vampires. Ok. Then there were shapeshifters. Then there were werewolves, a special class of shapeshifters. Then there were maenads. Goblins. Elves. Half-demons. Witches. Elves who grow up to be angels. We started with Southern Gothic, but we're going to end up in House Sparklypoo, you betcha.
I signed up for apple pie (cousin Amanda's husband does not eat the pie of our people so San wants an apple one for him) and breakfast eclairs and the turkey stuffing (may also have outside the bird stuffing, depending on size of bird and amount of available stuffing). I can do the pie tonight, mix up the stuffing (it will stay in the fridge overnight b/c you don't stuff the bird until immediately before you shove it in the oven) and get the eclairs ready to assemble. That's all I signed up for. Well, that and the gravy. Gravy is not a problem for me but it isn't a make-ahead item no matter what NYT says. The NYT is wrong about gravy.
I figure I can start the apple pie and put that in the oven to bake while I do the stuffing. Once those are both done and the kitchen has been restored to a semblance of order, I can make eclair shells. I will probably frost 'em but I won't fill them until way early tomorrow morning b/c I don't like them getting soggy. Yay multitasking.
What are you doing for the holiday? Tell me about the food traditions of your people. Does one person do everything in some sort of matriarchical overachiever effort? Do you farm out the side dishes? Cranberry orange, home cooked cranberry sauce, or that canned shit? Do tell. Share something about your Thanksgiving. (If you are Canadian, you can share what you do in October or whatever. If you are neither Canadian nor USian, well, ok. You can be excused.)
In vamp related news, I have plown (Yes, it's a pretend past tense. Because I'm allowed. Like mown is the... something of "mow". You have fields that have been mown. You have fresh-mown grass. So, y'know, plown is the been-done of "plow". I don't just make shit up, here. There's a rationale, sometimes a thin and flimsy one, behind the games I play with language.) through the first six Sookie Stackhouse novels. They're fun enough. They're especially fun at this point because I'm watching the author's mythology spiralling out of her control. For real. First, there were vampires. Ok. Then there were shapeshifters. Then there were werewolves, a special class of shapeshifters. Then there were maenads. Goblins. Elves. Half-demons. Witches. Elves who grow up to be angels. We started with Southern Gothic, but we're going to end up in House Sparklypoo, you betcha.
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Date: 2008-11-26 03:12 pm (UTC)I don't know what the food traditions of the people I will be holidaying with are--new folks doncha know. But until last year (at a friend's) I'd *never* had inside the bird stuffing. My people make outside the bird "dressing" (cornbread dressing, good southern food).
My mother serves canned jellied cranberry sauce sliced into little frisbees, which made me think I hate cranberry sauce until I had Abner's mum's homemade stuff which is heaven. (She uses about half the sugar the package recommends.)
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Date: 2008-11-26 06:50 pm (UTC)Bleurgh. That is not a good use of mythology. Bad touch!
Tell me about the food traditions of your people.
Well, as you know, Bob, I do actually get to do a farmed-out part of Txgiving this year, the rest of it being the usual matriarchal overachiever effort. I get to cook butter, brown sugar, and a bit of orange juice to the soft-ball stage! V. exciting! Candy thermometer is out and ready. (Oh, and then I put it on the sweet potatoes. There are NO MARSHMALLOWS involved.)
If only I didn't feel half-dead from not having rested & got better from this cold yet.
Would you really, actually catch flak from your lexience if you used "plown" without the disclaimer?
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Date: 2008-11-26 07:03 pm (UTC)*ignores Thanksgiving - is British*
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Date: 2008-11-26 07:26 pm (UTC)As a lone contrarian data point, at the opera my mom was more pressed about the comma splice in the surtitles (they're above the stage so not actually subtitles) than she was about the maybe-dead guy being hauled out during the first act. Possibly her reactions were thusly because old people (a lot of the opera-going people are really old, like older than my 66 yr. old mom) fall over maybe-dead all the time and there isn't much to be done about it whereas there is no excuse for a comma splice. Comma splices are a preventable tragedy. Old people falling over maybe-dead, not so much.