I'm not a gourmet cook. I just like to pretend I am. I just like to cook. I get this from my Grandmother who taught me how to cook. She was the most patient teacher with her excited chef. She taught me how to fry chicken and make a pie from scratch.
She died when Moira was six months old. On my fourth wedding anniversary. I really wish she would have picked a different day. How selfish of her. Really me. I so miss her to this day. We were like two peas in a pod. We usually had the same reaction to situations and she was my biggest champion. She quite often got me out of punishments with my mother because I was her favorite. No lie. I told her I was all the time. She never confirmed or denied verbally but she would smile and look me in the eye while telepathically telling "yes, you are my favorite."
How could I not be?
The impending holidays remind me of her because she always hosted Thanksgiving at her house. For years she would tell me to "listen up! You need to know this and remember this," while cooking the meals together. I listened and remembered but would rather HER be the one here and now, telling me what to do for the meal.
Actually, I have yet to make a formal Thanksgiving meal. I've never baked a turkey other than deep-frying last years bird. Every year, we go to my mother's for lunch and then to Rich's brother's house for a pot-luck. Truth be told, I'm okay with not stressing and having to call the Butterball hot-line to make sure I'm not going to kill anyone with my poor judgement with time. All of my friends know, I ain't got no sense of time, yo.
Every year I make the time honored tradition of stuffed celery. Cream cheese and chopped green olives mixed together on celery. So freaking simple but my sister-in-laws love it and they fight everyone hovering around the appetizer.
Every year I also try to make something new to add to the traditional fare because I really get bored with stiff level gray casseroles. This year I'm adding these dishes to the round table fare. Only because I used a Teacher's Appreciation luncheon as testing ground. Thankfully, everyone loved the casserole.
Green Bean Casserole.... that is....
Seriously, ya'll, this shit was damn good! and it didn't taste like the congealed brown mess usually served. I have to now provide this recipe to a dozen or so teachers on Monday. This also means I need to watch this damn video a few more times to remember the steps as I forgot to add the cayenne to this mixture today. Maybe I'll omit it all together. I don't know.
To add a little white trash to the table because who doesn't love a little WT drama/food (which we usually have) , I also made/am making Orange Fluff.
Courtesy of Six Sisters
1 large package orange jell-o
2 cups water
1 16 oz Cool-Whip (lite or fat-free is fine)
1/2 bag mini marshmallows
Mix together pudding, Jell-o, and water over medium heat until it boils. Remove from heat and pour into a large mixing bowl. Refrigerate until mixture has thickened (about an hour). Beat until creamy. Fold in Cool Whip, marshmallows, and fruit. Chill about an hour before serving.
I have to say, this was pretty damned good as well. Well, my seven-year-old loved it and the bowl was pretty much empty after the luncheon was over. I call this a success, no?
Any who, I thought I would share a few of these links because I thought they were worth the mention. Not that you really cared to know....
So, is anyone cooking their first/fifth/20th turkey this year? Are any of you using family as human guinea pigs this Thanksgiving?