Pass the Indian, please*

Thanksgiving 2012

The remnants of Thanksgiving dinner, and the foundation of many a meal yet to come.

Good God. Seventy-one degrees on the day before Thanksgiving. We didn’t even have to roast the bird; just set the sumbitch out on the deck and let it tan.

When I wasn’t paying attention I found myself committed to three consecutive days of pretending to be (a) a cook, and (2) human. Yesterday Herself’s gal pal Lester popped round for a snack ‘n’ snooze en route from Function Junction to Little Pittsburgh; today, it was the sis and bro’-in-law motoring down from Fort Fun; and on Friday, it’ll be leftovers and whatnot with a couple friends and neighbors.

And leftovers there will be aplenty. Yesterday I whipped up a basic posole with a side of pico de gallo and chips while Herself performed a delicious raspberry cobbler. Today we tag-teamed a 13.6-pound organic turkey, cornbread stuffing, giblet gravy, mashed potatoes, an Asian-style stir-fried succotash with edamame from Martha Rose Shulman, a cranberry salsa from Mother Jones and some tortilla roll-ups from The Santa Fe School of Cooking Cookbook.

And tomorrow … we ain’t cookin’ shit.

The roll-ups, salsas and chips were intended to be appetizers, but the kinfolk got caught behind a six-car pileup en route and were delayed quite some, so once they finally got here we more or less ignored the light work and dove straight into the heavy lifting. I should’ve taken a few snaps, but by the time the vittles hit the table I was famished and clicking away with knife and fork instead of shutter.

Instead, here’s a shot of what we’ll spend the next few days gnawing on. Here’s hoping that you and yours had plenty to eat yesterday, today and tomorrow, and a warm, cozy place to eat it in. And thanks for hanging around the joint while we dish up bits of this, that and the other, despite the occasionally sloppy service. You can’t get everything you want, but then this ain’t exactly Alice’s Restaurant.

* It’s a Firesign Theatre reference. “Temporarily Humboldt County” and “Alice’s Restaurant” always come to mind around Thanksgiving. Remember, if you want to end war and stuff, you gotta sing loud.

Tags:

7 Responses to “Pass the Indian, please*”

  1. Sachi Wilson Says:

    Are you from Function
    From Function Junction
    Well I’m from Function Too!

  2. larryatcycleitalia Says:

    Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours from the soon-to-be-frozen plains of Iowa. We did the turkey thing on Sunday, free-range bird (I just can’t eat those industrial things anymore) with all the trimmings. Turkey sandwiches today for lunch after an hour on the local MTB trails before the 40+ mph winds came along, then some relaxing before a dinner of pappardelle al’ ragu and a bottle of Rosso Piceno that’s been sitting around for awhile – the closest I could come to the Emilia-Romagna region without resorting to a Chianti. Still got pie left too! MMMMmmm, homemade crust with filling made from a butternut squash…the rest of which went into one of my favorite soups that’s just waiting in the ‘fridge, kinda like your bounty in the photo. Buon appetito tutti!

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      Hey, Larry … no exercise here today, alas, unless you count marching back and forth in a crowded kitchen. Too bad, too, as it was a pretty damn’ nice day.

      Tomorrow I anticipate a reprise of your basic turkey dinner, but after that, all bets are off. Turkey sammiches. Turkey enchiladas. Turkey tacos. Turkey soup. It’s no wonder we only cook the sumbitch once a year, if that often — but an organic turkey has to cover a lot of mileage around these parts.

  3. Libby Says:

    Happy Thanksgiving! Leftovers are a great thing. I didn’t eat dessert after Notams dinner – I could do with a slice of pie, but I’m in the hotel now, just as well.

  4. khal spencer Says:

    Burp….we headed to our friends Dave and Maureen’s house for GobbleDay. They celebrate early so we spent all morning preparing the veggie version while they cooked the real thing. That meant no ride before and given my overfed and sleepy nature after the festivities were over, no ride afterwards. Will try to make up for that today. …Burp….

    Weather was great here too. Sorry I didn’t get out more. Hounds did get a nice walk down in the canyons’ though.

  5. Pat O'Brien Says:

    Short mountain bike ride yesterday in Brown Canyon, Huachuca mountains. They home to get ready for dinner. At noon the bar opened, and the Sam Adams holiday sampler was attacked in earnest by me, my better half, and niece. Her husband didn’t partake because of a diet. Strange lad.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s


%d bloggers like this: