I’ve got the turkey defrosting in the fridger (that’s what Ada calls it). Next on my list is homemade crescent rolls and an apple pie. I’ve already run into a snag: there are only Gala and Fuji apples at the grocery store. Who decided these are the only apples we get to eat? Where are my Granny Smiths and Johnagolds? I’m going to have to hit the other grocery stores in town looking for my apples.
Anyway, after asking everyone in the family what dish they simply can’t live without over Thanksgiving (because I want to make as little food as possible, of course), it has become evident that every single person has something different that they simply must have. Do we really need rolls and mashed potatoes? Yes. Because rolls are my favorite and potatoes are Ari’s. Do we really need a pumpkin pie? Yes, that’s my Mom’s favorite. I despise it, and apple is ho-hum to me, so I’ll be making chocolate cream pie for myself and all the other people who want something chocolatey.
Basically what I’m trying to say is that I’ll be a kitchen slave for the next 24 hours. Anyone else in cooking hell with me?