Black Friday

by Sarah on November 26, 2010

Gosh, I’ve been a bad blogger.  But I suppose Thanksgiving is a decent enough excuse for being away from the computer screen.  I’m currently in San Jose and of course, snuck in a visit to the most excellent Falafel’s Drive-In, and just got back from a $20 foot massage.  I know I’ve talked about them before, but these places are all the rage in California.  They are more of a head-to-foot massage–you just keep your clothes on.  They’re awesome.

Otherwise, here’s what I’ve been up to–and none of it included any shopping today.

I’ve been visiting with this baby.  He is very serious.

I did a little cooking with this cutie.  We made a jello mold together.

And pies!  On Wednesday we made loads of pies.  Apple-cranberry…

Bourbon pecan….

And the requisite pumpkin.

On Thursday, I roasted some brussels sprouts…

I also made an awesome recipe from Thomas Keller for creamed onions.  It was in the New York Magazine.  Thanks to my friend Wendy who always gives me her magazine hand-me-downs or I’d have never seen it.  It’s definitely a keeper.

I, of course, attempted to give my cousin some cooking advice–and she promptly told me where I could put said advice.

And she was right, her appetizers came out just fine.

Some cousin bonding went on, and I melted at the sight of it.  Even though they were rotting their brains, watching TV on my phone.

The famous icebox rolls were made–and yes, we had the cinnamon roll version that morning.

Nana’s famous turkey method was performed, it is simply fool-proof and you get a browned and juicy turkey every time.  Yes, I’ll tell you the secret.  Just not today.

Nana’s famous wild rice dressing was also made and devoured.  And I may also someday be persuaded to part with this recipe as well.  It is so good.  It kicks bread dressing’s ass any day of the week.

Watched my kid eat a piece of all 3 different pies, even after a massive turkey dinner.  I don’t know how he does it.

After dinner, we got this baby to lighten up and smile!

Later on, those of us in my generation went to a bar and got drunk, some people ate cheeseburgers at Jack in the Box, and we all lived happily ever after.

The end.


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