I'm live blogging from a nail salon somewhere in Silicon Valley where Bunny and her cousin are getting mani/pedis + flowery rhinestone designs on their toes courtesy of their grandma. Did I mention I am on my laptop? What is wrong with this picture? Apparently my middle name is "Chopped Liver."
Speaking of chopped liver, it's amazing that a meal that took days to prepare took about 18 minutes to whack down. J. said he's never seen a family eat so fast. The kids were stuffed full of hors d'oeuvres so they took two bites of turkey, licked the butter off their rolls and scampered away to play.
My sis and I had to high-five each other for a job well-done. Everything was yum, especially the turkey. I'm a dry-brine convert now. The herby/garlicky salt-rub permeated all the way through and made the turkey so moist and juicy. Everyone raved about it.
just out of the oven, taking a well-deserved rest
The oyster pie was under seasoned. It needed salt and some hot sauce to give it more zing. It also could have cooked for about 10-15 minutes more (I had to re-bake it). Now I know for next time. We also nixed the biscuits in favor of no-knead rolls in the holiday issue of of Martha Stewart's Everyday Food. They were beautiful and spongy, but not as tender as a kneaded roll. I would make them again, but I would sneak in some kneading next time.
Our roasted bird wasn't the only turkey at Thanksgiving. Guess whose grabby little fingers were all over my (once) beeyooteeful pies. Hmmm. My crumb topping didn't have holes poked in it when the cherry pie came out of the oven. Wonder how that happened?
As if one ruined pie wasn't bad enough...
Lunch today will be turkey jook with cilantro and mustardy soy sauce drizzled over it and turkey sandwiches. What are you doing with your leftovers?