So this year is different.
I’m not going to be running around crazy trying to perfect recipes found on the covers of magazines that my family will probably like less than what they have had for the past 30 years. What’s the point? I get flustered when the sweet potatoes take longer to bake than expected or the dessert isn’t quite done in the middle. This year it’s just the basics.
The turkey will be brined, but that isn’t fancy, that’s just common sense. The stuffing will not be full of chorizo and green peppers- although this is fantastic, it’s a little over the top. The green beans will be in the form of a casserole- fresh beans sauteed with bacon and caramelized shallots never get that many raves when what everybody wants is french fried onions and cream soup instead. And yes, the sweet potatoes will be covered in marshmallows.
This is a meal I can’t mess with. I want to in the worst way. But I won’t. It’s the one day of the year where everyone expects a certain thing. So that’s what they are going to get. And it will be good.
Besides, it’s the drunken poker game later on that really steals the show. Pull out the appetizers and hide the whisky my friend. Black Jack has promised to be on his best behavior this year.