I've been cooking up a storm all week in preparation for my Thanksgiving dinner. Every year it gets larger; starts with half a dozen 7 for 7.30pm and grows like Topsy - this evening there'll be 16-20 hungry mouths to feed.
The only food that'll be deep fried will be shrimp appetisers served with bloody marys to kickstart the festivities welcome the guests. A good pumpkin pie is a revelation - think a smooth custard-type tart shot through with cinnamon/nutmeg/brown sugar flavours, but tonight's menu features the giant orange gourd as soup.
The turkey will be served with peppery/buttery/creamy mashed potatoes, roast Lincolnshire potatoes and roasted glazed sweet potatoes, greens collard style (nary a bean in sight), traditional cornbread stuffing plus a sausage meat & bacon (cheers Oscar Meyer) number, gallons of nourishing and nutritious gravy, and the obligatory fresh cranberry sauce.
There's a meltingly moist maple glazed gammon and a veggie nut roast with tomato/basil sauce for those who don't eat poultry.
Desserts are pecan, Mississippi mud, and key lime pies with scoops of Movenpick vanilla ice cream - which has to be the best ice cream outside of Vermont.
Apart from the ice cream it's all home made and the scent of the feast, together with the leftovers, will last through the weekend. A good time will be had by all but I wish I was home with my folks being waited on hand and foot Maybe next year....