xoFOOD: Thanksgiving Edition! Get Your Pre-Holiday Prep Questions In Now While The Gobbling Is Good
I was driving down my street today mid morning, the leaves were falling, the trees blazed orange and red, the air was crisp as a fall apple. It was a perfect Autumn morning, and with the pumpkins coming off the front porches, it was the perfect excuse to open a whopping can of OCD and start planning Thanksgiving.
And you should know… I am a Turkey traditionalist. I do not own a deep fryer. I will not acquire one. I will not smoke a turkey. I will not skip a turkey in favor of pork or duck or lord forbid, a tofurkey. I celebrate you and all your gobbley good choices, and I choose for my table to feature a turkey. Crispy roasted skin, FDA-be-damned stuffing in the bird. Mashed potatoes for days, enough gravy to drown in, and cranberry sauce.
Over the next few weeks I’m going to try to help everyone here get ready for the holiday, whether it's your first time cooking Thanksgiving, if you’re cooking for one or two or a slew of people, if you need delicious vegetarian options, the way to get Thanksgiving done as affordably as possible, or if you’ve been doing it all along thankyouverymuch and just want some bump-ups and interesting twists, what to do with leftovers, what to buy, etc.
While I won’t be sharing how to smoke a turkey, I invite all of you to, and to share all your amazing recipes with us. Favorite pies? What's a must-have on your Thanksgiving table? More importantly, what do you want to know? What questions do you have about cooking or buying or preparing or hosting or going to Thanksgiving or how to set a table, or serve or wear? Ask away, because that’s what I’ll be answering over the next few weeks.
And because I’m me (basically a rambling 80 year old with a shit sense of humor trapped in a 37 year old redhead who finds herself hysterical), I’ll be sharing some stories from Thanksgivings past. Like trying to find a turkey in Italy. Or the Thanksgiving paprika rescued. Or the November I turkey-sat for friends. Or the time I butchered my own bird. Or how my dog spent last Thanksgiving like Angelina Jolie in "Girl, Interrupted."
I am the only person who will find them funny.