What’s up flakiness? What’s up nuttiness? What’s up brown buttery craziness? Welcome to my world!
…And just like that I’m in the mood for Thanksgiving. Yesterday I found out that brown butter has the ability to give me the second turkey wind I needed; I’m officially ready to show T-Day who’s bawwwwss.
Menu talk. Let’s dig in. This year, in order to keep things interesting, I’m not really making anything I’ve made before. Scary. Stressful. NAH! I say fuuuuun!
Cranberry Sauce. The canned stuff?! I just can’t. I loooved it as a kid, but if you have REAL cranberry sauce, you’ll be changed forever. And honestly, it is the easiest thing to make ever. Teri and Jenny’s Cinnamon and Star Anise Infused Cranberry Sauce? Yes. Just yes.
Alton Brown’s Good Eats Roast Turkey. Intense brining situation. A little food science. The man’s a genius. I’ve wanted to try this recipe for years. YEARS. It’s finally happening in a few days.
Okay. I lied. I’m making my favorite side dish of all-time: Cauliflower Brussels Sprout Gratin (hold the brussels sprouts because my mom hates them). I can make this dish without looking at the recipe. It’ll be the one super easy, no-fuss, sans stress dish I’m making. Worry free cheesy side dish? Necessary.
Ree’s Delicious, Creamy Mashed Potatoes. I made them for myself when I got my wisdom teeth taken out. It was a sad sight. My face was puffy. I couldn’t speak. I wanted my mama. Instead (as I was all drugged up and feeling fantastic), I barely was able to make these–they were delicious (from what I can remember). Time for them to reappear!
For our bread situation, I was going to make these top knots I posted a few weeks ago. I was set on this idea. But as I was looking at my menu of ambitious, never made before dishes, I decided to whip up these biscuits as a test run…
Hi! I have biscuits this morning…with bacon…and some sort of glaze situation! Can we talk?
Since I’ve lured you with the smell of sizzling salty bacon, I’d like to share three incredibly significant boring things that happened to me yesterday:
1. Two five-year-old girls (separately) complimented my new leopard ankle boots. I think this might mean I’m a trendsetter. OR it just means that these little girls want shoes that look like their fav stuffed animal. Either way, I’ll take it.
2. I had TWO dinners. Yes, last night I sat down to a 7-course tasting menu to only then find out that was the appetizer. Hello!!! Amazing!! I’ll tell you all about it on Monday, but in case you’re even nosier than me, keep up with my Sonoma food and wine thrills on FB & Twitter.
P.S. If you’re lucky, I might post a pic of me voming on the scheduled helicopter ride. (Can we say….schmexy!!!)
3. I packed a few biscuits in my bag to the airport. And since I’m a loser and always try and get away with bringing stuff I shouldn’t (read: hair spray), I always have to show the security dude the guts of my suitcase. It always feels violating. Always.
Is he judging my folding techniques? Are my bras and underwearz gonna fall out onto the floor for the world to see? Terrible! Embarrassing! Also, kinda gross. Seriously. That floor’s disgusting.
Hiiiiiii, you cute people, you! You’re looking mighty fine on this sunny Monday morning. Have I told you that lately? Well you dooo….I have some biscuits for you.
Before we continue with talk about zucchini and cheese and butter, can I get emotional on you for a second?
Warning: This might get awkward.
Apologies in advance, but I have to comment on Jennifer Perillo. As many of you know, Jennie, last week, lost her husband. People reached out and asked how they could help. And all she asked from people was to make a peanut butter pie and share it with their loved ones.
And then…something magical happened: everyone did. All of you did. And it was incredible. I’ve never been so proud to be a part of a group of people as much as I was last week. So I wanted to thank you. And tell you you’re all so incredibly beautiful. It can all be ripped from us so quickly, can’t it? So fragile. So delicate. That’s the one commonality we all understood…crystal clear. You all make me believe in the power of good all over again. Truly.
Alright, my tears are wiped…can we talk about butter now? Butter makes people feel better.