Thanksgiving Dream?
For years and years I’ve been the main chef for my family’s Thanksgiving feast. I look forward to and enjoy the task immensely AND it totally gets me out of the clean-up process (I’m usually sound asleep in my recliner when that starts). But . . .
I always fix a long list of things that are requests or “traditions” of certain family members or guests. It isn’t unusual for there to be a dozen or more dishes of stuff on or around the table. I don’t mind but I’ll admit that if I were fixing this meal just for me it would be different. My menu would change drastically from our usual fare. Turning my brain loose to roam and dream I’ve come up with my ideal, personal, selfish, absolutely perfect, scrumptious for me only Thanksgiving feast. Here are my menu and treatments:
Pre-appetizer: Very, very, very, very, very dry dirty martini
Appetizer: ABT’s heavy on the jalapeno seeds (hot)
Entrée: Reverse seared prime rib of beef (Wyagu, medium rare)
Vegetables: Real scratch-made mashed potatoes, green bean casserole (with mushroom soup, canned fried onions and all the junk we made back in the 70’s).
Plus: My own home-made “hybrid” stuffing
Gravy: Gallons and gallons. ‘Nuff said.
Dessert: Scratch-made real apple pie with a big scoop of premium vanilla ice cream
Post-dessert: Big snifter of premium brandy.
Problem: Not only my family would find this unacceptable, but also my cardiologist, my rheumatologist, and the team of EMT’s who would have to cart my sorry carcass out to the ambulance after the gluttonous consumption of it. So . . .
I’m preparing and looking forward to a somewhat healthier feast, family-approved and bought into, and that nap I always take afterward.
What would your super-selfish, just for you, perfect Thanksgiving dinner be? Dream big!
Hub