What a week of cooking it’s been. At this point, all I have energy for is posting a few pictures.
Two days before Thanksgiving, our friends Charles and Monika and their puppy Djuna (after Djuna Barnes) stopped on their way to Atlanta for the night. Earlier in the afternoon, Jack and I made egg noodles to go along with the cabbage-wrapped meatballs.
I toasted coriander seeds in my cute little skillet.
For dessert, I made a chocolate-espresso-Irish whiskey bundt cake that was so rich and moist it came out almost black and was a heady thing to eat. I made it again the next day, to bring to Thanksgiving at the McKelly’s. (But failed, both times, to take a picture.)
Thanksgiving was a meal Sharyn and I had been planning for awhile, and everything came out beautifully.
I cooked these sprouts up with pancetta and walnuts. I made a cranberry tart, and Jack helped me—gleefully—mix up the crumble topping.
Here—later—is Jim carving the ras-al-hanout-rubbed turkey.
And here’s Mimi almost beside herself with party-anticipation.
Sharyn, with her usual elegance, had set two tables with simple, seasonal, but always tasteful decoration.
And the kids had fun at the kid table while the adults’ conversation wound its unpredictable way from raising llamas to running to the love of chocolate to Turkish coffee.
Sharyn, Jim, and Mimi: we’re thankful to have such good friends as you!
The Roving Locavore 