Food around the corner for me, oh de oh doh doh doh... If you're not singing along with me on that one, 1) I'm sad that you don't have that ear worm embedded in your brain from countless hours of watching cartoons and 2) are you trying to say you're better than me because your family took you on vacations around the world, soaking up information on the arts, culture, and civilization while I was parked in front of the 17 inch Zenith for days on end? I don't need your pity. Just your welfare. And food stamps.
And here is the full cartoon. You're welcome. That voice is another on my list of voices I can do. Yes, I'm extremely talented.
So, it turns out my in laws will be spending the holiday with us, but I sent ideas for food that she can bring so we don't have any carrot dimes (oh god, I gagged a little just thinking of them, the "recipe" is at the bottom, btw.) or sweet potato casserole made from a box (seriously?? How lazy and unimaginative can you get?) or an angel food cake enveloped in green frosting. Every gathering the woman makes those three things. Why the green frosting on the angel food cake? Why GREEN? It's inexplicable.
However! I am making things that are delicious, the Cowboys are playing (and I swear to the god of your choice, if you jackholes fall apart at the back half of the season AGAIN I may just have to support some loser team like the Eagles. Oh my god, I almost threw up in my mouth. I could never support a team from Philly, please forgive me, in the name of Tom Landry.) Attn: Roy Williams: you are this close to getting a head smack from me. If you need to put glue on your hands to hold that damn ball, do it.
I digress. Today I am: making ginger-orange rolls for breakfast tomorrow. Making homemade rolls to rise in the fridge tonight. Baking a pecan pie. Turning my chai spice cake into a bundt cake with my homemade pumpkin butter as a filling. Brining my turkey with apple, sage, peppercorns, cider and thyme. (Tomorrow it will be smoked for 8 hours over apple wood with apples, sage, and thyme in the cavity.) Oh, and I need to make sweet potato dip, since we all want mashed garlic potatoes with supper, and you need sweet potatoes for it to be an official Thanksgiving holiday (serving it with red bell pepper slices and pita chips..) I have a Pinot Noir from Sonoma to go with dinner, and a chilled bottle of Kendall Jackson for my mother in law, because she doesn't care about quality. HEY-O, bitchiness abounds. :D
I'm hoping to dive back into writing ASAP, so I may be anti-social for a bit. I'm feeling incredibly overwhelmed by all of the responsibility being thrust upon me from every corner and to insure that I don't get bitchy, I'm going to slap on some headphones, listen to Gorillaz and the Beastie Boys and some Rachmaninoff, because I like being unpredictable. Oooh, if I may geek out for a minute, I nerded out yesterday explaining to a stranger why Vladimir Horowitz is one of the greatest pianists around because the man is FASTER THAN A STEINWAY ACTION. There are maybe four people I know that give a rat's ass about that, and I love each of you with all of my heart. (I'd be MORE THAN HAPPY to explain why that is a big deal, if anyone is interested. *crickets.*)
OKAY. Diving in to my list. I'll see you on the other side. Happy abuse the Indians so they'll feed us before we rob them of their culture Day! Wait, that was too long so they shortened it to Thanksgiving. It's catchier, I'll give them that. :)
Carrot Dimes (Also called Copper Pennies.)
Get two bags of frozen carrots, cut into slices.
Put them in a ziplock bag.
Pour in one can of Campbell's tomato soup.
Add one diced red onion.
Add the cut green tops to two green onions.
Seal the bag, place on its side in the fridge.
Allow the "marinade" to soak for several hours, being sure to turn it over every few hours to make sure that delicious flavor soaks in everywhere.
Place ziplock bag in boiling water until the carrots are warmed through, dump into dish and serve.
Watch children burst into tears.
EVERY GATHERING. She makes this at EVERY GATHERING. Pass that cooking torch, woman, pass it on. My kids literally cry when they see that on the buffet table. So does their mama.
And here is the full cartoon. You're welcome. That voice is another on my list of voices I can do. Yes, I'm extremely talented.
So, it turns out my in laws will be spending the holiday with us, but I sent ideas for food that she can bring so we don't have any carrot dimes (oh god, I gagged a little just thinking of them, the "recipe" is at the bottom, btw.) or sweet potato casserole made from a box (seriously?? How lazy and unimaginative can you get?) or an angel food cake enveloped in green frosting. Every gathering the woman makes those three things. Why the green frosting on the angel food cake? Why GREEN? It's inexplicable.
However! I am making things that are delicious, the Cowboys are playing (and I swear to the god of your choice, if you jackholes fall apart at the back half of the season AGAIN I may just have to support some loser team like the Eagles. Oh my god, I almost threw up in my mouth. I could never support a team from Philly, please forgive me, in the name of Tom Landry.) Attn: Roy Williams: you are this close to getting a head smack from me. If you need to put glue on your hands to hold that damn ball, do it.
I digress. Today I am: making ginger-orange rolls for breakfast tomorrow. Making homemade rolls to rise in the fridge tonight. Baking a pecan pie. Turning my chai spice cake into a bundt cake with my homemade pumpkin butter as a filling. Brining my turkey with apple, sage, peppercorns, cider and thyme. (Tomorrow it will be smoked for 8 hours over apple wood with apples, sage, and thyme in the cavity.) Oh, and I need to make sweet potato dip, since we all want mashed garlic potatoes with supper, and you need sweet potatoes for it to be an official Thanksgiving holiday (serving it with red bell pepper slices and pita chips..) I have a Pinot Noir from Sonoma to go with dinner, and a chilled bottle of Kendall Jackson for my mother in law, because she doesn't care about quality. HEY-O, bitchiness abounds. :D
I'm hoping to dive back into writing ASAP, so I may be anti-social for a bit. I'm feeling incredibly overwhelmed by all of the responsibility being thrust upon me from every corner and to insure that I don't get bitchy, I'm going to slap on some headphones, listen to Gorillaz and the Beastie Boys and some Rachmaninoff, because I like being unpredictable. Oooh, if I may geek out for a minute, I nerded out yesterday explaining to a stranger why Vladimir Horowitz is one of the greatest pianists around because the man is FASTER THAN A STEINWAY ACTION. There are maybe four people I know that give a rat's ass about that, and I love each of you with all of my heart. (I'd be MORE THAN HAPPY to explain why that is a big deal, if anyone is interested. *crickets.*)
OKAY. Diving in to my list. I'll see you on the other side. Happy abuse the Indians so they'll feed us before we rob them of their culture Day! Wait, that was too long so they shortened it to Thanksgiving. It's catchier, I'll give them that. :)
Carrot Dimes (Also called Copper Pennies.)
Get two bags of frozen carrots, cut into slices.
Put them in a ziplock bag.
Pour in one can of Campbell's tomato soup.
Add one diced red onion.
Add the cut green tops to two green onions.
Seal the bag, place on its side in the fridge.
Allow the "marinade" to soak for several hours, being sure to turn it over every few hours to make sure that delicious flavor soaks in everywhere.
Place ziplock bag in boiling water until the carrots are warmed through, dump into dish and serve.
Watch children burst into tears.
EVERY GATHERING. She makes this at EVERY GATHERING. Pass that cooking torch, woman, pass it on. My kids literally cry when they see that on the buffet table. So does their mama.
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Date: 2009-11-25 03:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-25 03:42 pm (UTC)On the bright side, I guess they are an excellent foodstuff to offer those concerned with overeating on the holiday. Because, seriously? Who could eat even one?
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Date: 2009-11-25 03:47 pm (UTC)WHATEVER, I can't help that I make things that are delicious, woman!
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Date: 2009-11-25 03:49 pm (UTC)Everything she makes is so bland and flavorless and unimaginative. We NEVER eat to bursting if we're forced to have a meal at her house. Which... there's the bright side? Except for how our favorite burger joint is right by her house on our way home... Mmmm, Burger Street. Hahaha.
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Date: 2009-11-25 03:54 pm (UTC)Also: Horowitz FTW!
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Date: 2009-11-25 03:58 pm (UTC)Yeah, I might be a wee bit cranky. Um.
P.S. YOu know there's some remaster Horowitz on the market yes?
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Date: 2009-11-25 03:59 pm (UTC)Well at least it's not a powwow. I'm sure someone I don't know will come behind me and read this and be offended because they're 1/16th Cherokee.
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Date: 2009-11-25 04:04 pm (UTC)er. not the recipe we use here at least. ours involves actual cooking and no tomato soup
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Date: 2009-11-25 04:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-25 04:20 pm (UTC)I love you for the Horowitz love.
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Date: 2009-11-25 04:22 pm (UTC)I do know that!! I have the remastered concerts on my iPhone for happy times. <3 <3 <3
(Also, I just want to say that I love you and your husband for being awesome, funny, and clever. Just so you know. I AM THANKFUL FOR THOSE THINGS.)
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Date: 2009-11-25 04:25 pm (UTC)Yeah, that pie is SO RICH. 3 TBSP melted and cooled would probably be better for you,t hen.
This is the first holiday in YEARS where there will be no cornbread stuffing. My husband and I are the only ones that will eat it (my kids are dead to me) and it's a lot of work for two people, you know?
AHAHAHAHAHAHA. Oh my god. I'm 1/16th Choctaw, so I get to be offended first, okay? <3 (I have an email coming your way, but first I must finish these chorizo breakfast tacos.)
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Date: 2009-11-25 04:26 pm (UTC)Now I need your recipe so I can see the difference. My MiL is from Indiana, so maybe it's a north of the Mason-Dixon line thing? I DON'T KNOW. Carrots + tomatoes = gross to me, sorry.
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Date: 2009-11-25 04:28 pm (UTC)I do hope you have a fabulous T-day!!
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Date: 2009-11-25 04:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-25 04:37 pm (UTC)My Charger angst, let me show you it.
At least we're not owned by Jerry Jones. Hee.
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Date: 2009-11-25 04:38 pm (UTC)<3 <3 <3
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Date: 2009-11-25 04:40 pm (UTC)There's nothing worse than being forced to eat something that just screams out to you "I AM NOT GOING TO GO DOWN WELL." Oy. My sympathies!! (If only the MiL figured out that us not EVER eating them meant that she should stop making them...)
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Date: 2009-11-25 04:41 pm (UTC)JERRY JONES IS NOT LOVED HERE, LET ME TELL YOU.
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Date: 2009-11-25 04:45 pm (UTC)But your stuff all sounds SO DELICIOUS. I wanna come to your place for dinner! *teleports*
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Date: 2009-11-25 04:46 pm (UTC)Yeah, & then they're standing there watching your face to see your reaction. So no fun. And when you try to explain, I don't like cooked carrots ANYWAY, so... um... better than the last time you forced these down my throat???
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Date: 2009-11-25 05:05 pm (UTC)Come to my place, we're eating at 2! :D And then I'LL SEE YOU NEXT WEEK.
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Date: 2009-11-25 05:15 pm (UTC)Oh, honey I CANNOT WAIT!!! I am so excited I'm practically bouncing!
Hey, have you or Kita looked into getting tickets to a show? Should I be looking, too? I don't much care what we see, as long as it's not Celine Dion. *g*
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Date: 2009-11-25 05:27 pm (UTC)Your meal sounds delicious.
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Date: 2009-11-25 05:44 pm (UTC)I'm gagging just thinking about those carrot dimes as well. But I have cooked carrot trauma, so really any version will do that to me.
I have to admit, I'm a lover of tradition, and don't mind the same old turkey, mashed potatoes, squash, etc. It's the one and only time we have it, so I look forward to it. That said, your meal sounds fabulous. I might be converted.
It's too bad your MIL can't appreciate your mad cooking skillz. I mean, if she feels that threatened, she could take a cooking class. I'm glad you don't let it bother you.
Have a Happy Thanksgiving!