I may never strictly *need* to eat again
Nov. 26th, 2018 10:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
miladygreyThanksgiving has been achieved! The big family Thanksgiving was hectic and raucous and joyful. We managed to get Cousin Bridge to sit the heck down and let someone bring her a plate (wee Rainbow {her older sister is insisting this will be the baby's name; it will not be} is due in two weeks), everyone loved my blueberry-streusel pie, and Yeats got several compliments on the books. Bro and the kids came--Queen Liz is now, at age eleven, as tall as I am--but Kel was down with bronchitis and stayed home. Notably, Bro did not say one word about our lack of attendance at Thanksgiving the First, perhaps because this year he got to experience the joys of buying/making multiple dishes and listening to his children whine about how they don't want them. I got hugs from all the kids, even one-year-old C, and bonus affection from the household big dog, who wanted me to know how very much he cared, especially when my plate still had gravy on it.
On Saturday, we went to work on our plan of Small Fancy Just-Us Thanksgiving, and Yeats outdid himself. He ordered a duck from D'Artagnan and roasted it. He made sausage-chestnut-sage dressing, and stuffed the duck with a small portion of it. He roasted potatoes and shallots in the duck fat. He roasted some brussels sprouts for good measure, and made tart cranberry sauce as well. I contributed by keeping up with the dishes, and with the brandied pumpkin and chestnut pie mentioned in an earlier entry. Everything was magnificent, and the house still smells faintly of duck fat and sage. We'll finish off most of the leftovers tonight, and Aveline and Anders will get to fight over the remainder of the pie. Aveline spent Thanksgiving with friends while her husband went to see his grandparents (and apparently had a miserable time), and Anders got married over the holiday weekend, so they both deserve pie.
Reading Log: Parlor Games by Maryka Biaggio; The Brilliant Death by Amy Rose Capetta; Carrie by Stephen King; The Heir of Night by Helen Lowe; The Spy and the Traitor by Ben MacIntyre; Impostors by Scott Westerfeld
On Saturday, we went to work on our plan of Small Fancy Just-Us Thanksgiving, and Yeats outdid himself. He ordered a duck from D'Artagnan and roasted it. He made sausage-chestnut-sage dressing, and stuffed the duck with a small portion of it. He roasted potatoes and shallots in the duck fat. He roasted some brussels sprouts for good measure, and made tart cranberry sauce as well. I contributed by keeping up with the dishes, and with the brandied pumpkin and chestnut pie mentioned in an earlier entry. Everything was magnificent, and the house still smells faintly of duck fat and sage. We'll finish off most of the leftovers tonight, and Aveline and Anders will get to fight over the remainder of the pie. Aveline spent Thanksgiving with friends while her husband went to see his grandparents (and apparently had a miserable time), and Anders got married over the holiday weekend, so they both deserve pie.
Reading Log: Parlor Games by Maryka Biaggio; The Brilliant Death by Amy Rose Capetta; Carrie by Stephen King; The Heir of Night by Helen Lowe; The Spy and the Traitor by Ben MacIntyre; Impostors by Scott Westerfeld
