GOBBLE GOBBLE
You’d have thought watching my great-grandmother collapse and die in the entryway to my house on Thanksgiving morning at age 9 would have put me off the holiday. Quite the opposite. It’s my favorite. And living in the UK for the last 8 years means I haven’t had a proper Thanksgiving since 2012…until this year.
It was one for the books. Mom over from the US for the first time in two years (🖕🦠). A thatched cottage in a quaint Devon village. In-laws down from Scotland. Theo. Sunshine. Country walks and golden leaves. And food— glorious, abundant, delicious food
Free range turkey from @pipersfarm , dry brined overnight and roasted with herbs and shallots. Brussel sprouts in saor a la @ciaosamin. A winter slaw inspired by @yasminkhanstories. Queen @inagarten sour cream mashed potatoes. OG @pepperidgefarm herbed stuffing taken up a notch with @pipersfarm sausage meat (thanks always to @clmehta and her mom). And crunchy fried shallots and breadcrumbs— another 💣@ciaosamin recipe using breadcrumbs from an @oliahercules Ukrainian rye bread recipe. @berrybrosrudd champagne and Bourgogne Aligote flowed freely, turkey hats were attempted and quickly abandoned, dessert was forgotten and we were thankful.
We are thankful. 🦃
