Sunday, December 20, 2009


Think of this as a first draft, just thought we needed something there. My basic idea was knife, fork, spoon, text, then I did all this other stuff to it. Happy to change or remove it, never to speak of it again.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Past as Prologue Part 2

A flashback for my West Coast co-blogger, whose obsession with scrapple has been well documented. Shea, it appears you weren't the first to try and convince the un-believers that scrapple is one of life's finer foods. But imagine trying to do it blogger style at the pace of snail mail.

I love the reference to steampunk in this piece by the way, it's an alt culture I think is interesting.

Happy reading.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Towers of Turkey

I’ve waited so long to write my Thanksgiving blog post that it’s almost Christmas. Yikes. Apologies for the delay, but I'm knee deep in planning Christmas Dinner for 30. (In a moment of hubris and overestimation of my talents I may have volunteered to helm our family's biannual Christmas gathering. Ooops.) And in all honesty I didn’t know where to start on my Turkey Day entry.

I could start with a detailed list of the embarrassingly OBSCENE amounts of food we had. No joke. We’re talking 3 Turkeys, 1 ham, 1 duck, 15 pounds of potatoes, 1 tray of mac and cheese, 1 soup, 20 sides, 5 pies, 1 apple pudding, 1 almond tart, 3 cakes, 6 trays of stuffing and a partridge in a pear tree. Ok, I made the last one up but you get the drift. Obscene. Amounts. Of food.

Or I could start with the list of typical near-disasters that occurred. The turkey that refused to thaw-leaving us with an entire leftover bird when it finally emerged, perfectly done about 30 minutes AFTER dessert. The three batches of gravy that went awry. The seating mishaps, the minor spats. The late start to dinner that meant some folks had to leave for other parties. Oh, and then there was the oven fire.

Rather than focus on all those things I prefer to focus on what fun the whole affair was. There was some delicious food consumed, at a lovely table. Happy glowing neighbors and friends of neighbors abounded. And did I mention the Richard Simmons placecards? (LL is demonstrating those in one of the attached pics.)

All mishaps aside, it’s those bumps and messes along the way that sometimes make for the best meals. Or at least the most family-like. And we had enough to feed anyone and everyone that came near Hobart Street for over a week. What more can you ask?