When my husband goes away on business trips, I have my routines. The first night I will cook myself something nice and then dive into either a TV series that he’d never go for (i.e. Hello, Gossip Girl on Netflix!), or make a misguided decision and watch a documentary that either freaks me out or makes me weep. Like, full on ugly cry weep with snot and chest heaves This time it was this Showtime series called Time of Death. I think I dehydrated myself with the amount of tears shed. It hit me in all the feels. Lucky for me, before I started watching this series I had pre-planned with some comfort food. The weather was seriously stormy, so turning on my oven felt like the right thing to do. What happened next was this curried shepherds pie. Oh, and then like three hours of death themed docu-series viewing and blubbering. I can’t be trusted to be alone with myself. On the plus side, I managed to have this comfort food ready in the wings. The last thing you need is to cry all the tears, get dehydrated and headache-y and then NOT have any food to put in your face. Never underestimate the drama of a girl who is both emotionally exhausted and hungry. Just ask my husband. Continue reading
I’m going to ignore the fact that both Halloween and Thanksgiving have passed and try to shove more PUMPKIN down your throat. Sure, we’ve already mixed pumpkin and chocolate together–but not into a CINNAMON ROLL. Believe me, this is going to be good.
I know that typically after Thanksgiving has ended we launch straight into everything peppermint and holiday– so, I’m going to rebel a little (shocking, I know). I’m shoving pumpkin butter into some cinnamon rolls. I’m slathering them with chocolate glaze. I’m sprinkling the tops with sea salt. These feel like the holidays to me. I could totally eat one of these while snuggling by the fire with a cup of tea. Actually, that’s exactly what I did. Oh, and then I ate one straight out of the refrigerator later that night. Turns out they are good cold too. Just had to check. Sometimes I use my blog as an excuse to professionally late-night-snack. It’s slightly shameless. Continue reading
And, if you’re like me and have a mountain of leftovers in your fridge. you most likely have been playing the part of “The Glutton” in a motion picture sequel known as “Thanksgiving Take Two: Who’s The Turkey Now?” This is a movie that takes place in your own living room on the couch with a plate that’s filled up with bird and gravy and stuffing and veggies and ALL THE THINGS. No cameras are present. Just a pair of sweatpants and some shameless crumbs on your shirt from that second piece of leftover pie. Who are we kidding? It’s your third piece. You mindlessly ate an entire piece of pie as a snack while making up a batch of broth with your turkey bones. You’re nothing if not resourceful. Also, every time I’m saying “you” or “you’re” know that I’m definitely talking about me. Yes. I’ve thrice pie-ed. Also, the plot of this movie is a little thin—unlike the gravy in my mouth corners. Continue reading
Oh, so you thought you might be able to get through this whole Thanksgiving season without me putting bourbon in something? Nope. You thought wrong. I can’t help myself. At least we’re throwing it onto some veggies, right? It’s only polite to get our vegetables a little bit drunk, and we’re nothing if not proper hosts.
By now you’re probably trying to finalize which method you’re going to use to cook your turkey. Perhaps spatchcock-ing? Perhaps deep frying? Maybe an adventure in Turducken-ing? The world is your
oyster turkey tail.
There are lots of decisions to be made. Like, are you going to put bacon in your brussel sprouts? You probably should. Or, is it a good move to make your own pie crust? If you have the time, I totally vote yes. Or, should you sit your cranky Aunt Millie next to your cousin’s new boyfriend who curses like a sailor? Probably. Do you mess with the way your Italian grandmother insists on arranging the peppers on her requisite antipasto plate? NEVER. Don’t touch that. She’ll smack your fingers with a spoon. I know this from experience. Do you still allow the relative who can’t remember to refrigerate anything to bring a mayonnaise-based dip? Yikes. Who doesn’t love a gamble? So many decisions. Continue reading