Sunday, November 26, 2017


I forgot to post yesterday. It was a legit mistake, but it happened.

So the whole "Thirty (30) posts in thirty (30) days thing is done.

My grateful thanks to any of you who actually looked at any of this. It was fun while it lasted.

Peace out, and a hug.

Friday, November 24, 2017

Sing, Sing

Why do people sing along to background music in public? That's rhetorical, of course. Auntie has a theory.

I think they do it to show how "cool" they are because they know all the words to the song. I think we're all supposed to be impressed by their musical acumen.

I also think that they think they sound as good as the professionally recorded singer and we should appreciate their amateur artistry, which is always amateur and never artistic.

So when we went out for coffee this morning to celebrate the Day After Thanksgiving and both of the people at the next table started singing along to the background music, your cranky old Auntie gave them the classic angry old lady glare.

For all the good it did.

I'm loath to label them hipsters, but the stereotype fits. All the smugness, the apparent entitlement, everything the rest of us think of when we hear the word "hipster" was visible as well as audible.

It probably would have been funny if I'd actually been able to finish my first cup before the serenade.

Did I say "probably"? I should have said "maybe".

Luckily it was a fairly short song.

Thursday, November 23, 2017

Happy Burp

It's done. Everything got made, most of it was eaten. The peas-and-pearl-onions were a fail, the piroshkis should have been hot and the pumpkin pie was seriously lacking, but everything else was fine and the crack pie was good and I got to see my loved ones so full of my food that they were physically uncomfortable.

This is Auntie's bliss.

Importantly, the Prince of Bassets (a most glorious beast) seemed as happy as your blissful Auntie, although he was much more Zen about it.

Almost as importantly, the clean up is done too. Everything all washed and tidied away.

All that anticipation, all that prep, all that all-ness, and it's all over.

I'd be sad about that except for my other tradition. I always try to have folks over the day after for leftovers. So it's not quite over yet.

Your Auntie knows how to milk a good thing.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Five Count'em Five!

Well, my darlings, your Auntie done did it.

Cabbage and dill piroshkis, three-cheese scalloped potatoes, saag paneer, traditional stuffing made from scratch and one other thing.

I know I made five dishes today. What was the fifth one?

Oh, right. Pumpkin pie. Of course. It's not Thanksgiving without pumpkin pie. The crust didn't flute prettily and I ran out of maple syrup so I added some ginger preserves, but I think I'm the only one who loves pumpkin pie so the crack pie can take center stage. I know that came out okay. I made two and we cut a slice out of one of them.

Besides, it wouldn't be Thanksgiving if everything came out perfectly anyhow.

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

All Systems Go

It has begun!

Finally, I got to start the legit prep. There isn't all that much which can be done two days out, but what there was, is done.

I made the wild mushroom and barley thing, although I didn't use barley because I found some pearled faro at the store last week. I didn't even know faro could be pearled, but it was and I cooked it and it's yummy.

I cubed an entire loaf of challah and minced parsley, sage and rosemary for the stuffing. Yes, there will be thyme, just like in the song, but it goes in separately and I didn't want to have to keep track of two teaspoons of chopped fresh thyme given how stuffed my kitchen is right now. I chopped onions and celery and put them aside for tomorrow.

The pie crusts are out of the freezer and the bone-in turkey breast has been brined.

There was a small crisis with the yams. I couldn't find my ricer and for a scary quarter of an hour it looked like I was going to have to peel four pounds of sweet potatoes but in the end, it turned out okay. The pureed yams with coconut and sriracha are chilling as I type this.

Tomorrow is the big day. I'm hoping to complete five recipes. I don't expect to, I'm sure one will be discarded, but right now, there are five on the list.

It's like one of those elimination cooking shows where they show everyone scrambling and stirring and chopping and flailing and failing and then the music comes on and voila, they all have their finished dishes in front of them awaiting judgment.

Cross your fingers and wish me luck.

Monday, November 20, 2017

Tick Tock Tumbleweed

Auntie isn't bouncing up and down like a child on Christmas Eve because I am old and creaky. The anticipation is pretty much the same, though.

You should see my fridge. It's a solid wall of ingredients, and I really really really want to start turning them into food.

I can't, though. Not yet.

Tick tock.

Tomorrow I start chopping and measuring. I do this thing where I prep all the ingredients for a dish in separate baggies then put them in one bigger bag. It's just like one of those delivery services except that I did the shopping too. And chose the menu. Okay, except for the precisely measured bit it's nothing like a delivery service.

Then Wednesday I can cook everything which can be made the day before. Wednesday is the big day, but at least I can start tomorrow.

Right now there are metaphoric tumbleweeds rolling through my empty kitchen while I wait.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Water, Water Everywhere

Subtitle: Glass Not Even Half Full Dammit

Drinking water is important. Hydration is healthy for many reasons. You don't need Auntie to tell you about that.

What I will say is that you should probably do most of your water-drinking while it's still daylight, because a solid night's sleep is also important.

I say this because I'm about to refill my water glass knowing full well that it will mean getting up in the wee hours to wee.

Wait, do you think that's why they call it "the wee hours"? Hahaha snort.