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There's nothing quite like having a full work day on Thanksgiving; oddly enough, this may be the first time it has happened. In Canada, I had classes on American Thanksgiving, but never such a full day that there was no time to come home after and do something relevant.

brisingamen and PK kindly met me at The Goods Shed for a celebration; I am so grateful they did. The day is a harvest festival, among its other uses, so late November in England yielded squash (puréed dabs underneath my pleasantly buttery scallops, with overly-thin slivers of bacon); bird with roast vegetables (albeit duck, not turkey, but the roast potatoes were superb!); and a pecan-pie-like treacle tart (only without the pecans). We had kitchen-side seats, watching flame roar up and mass plating for the banquet table, party of twenty.

I am not, however, in any way Thanksgiving-deprived this week. On Monday, geesepalace and printperson celebrated with us, with parts of turkey, fresh cranberry sauce, mashed squash, salad, and rolls. We weren't dressed up, but the table was. Yesterday was The Good's Shed. Tomorrow, we're hosting another Thankgivingy meal - more wild rice, no turkey.

Sign of seasonal influence: for the first time in my life, I'm vaguely tempted to try making sweet potato pie. I partially blame ladybird97 for this.


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Nov. 27th, 2009 05:46 pm (UTC)
I am pleased to have incited you to sweet potato pie. Remember, marshmallows are mandatory! :)
Nov. 27th, 2009 05:46 pm (UTC)
Saturday doesnt have to be Thanksgiving-related!
Nov. 29th, 2009 12:25 pm (UTC)
The award-winning farmers' market.

Tom told me he heard a radio trail, and got interested in someone talking about cheese, and thought it was odd that there'd be another foreigner into British unpasteurized cheeses...

I now have a splendid double gloucester which made a fine cauliflower cheese, a Flower Marie which I will try and svaour and a couple of bottles of something local and alcohol. Yum. Oh, and pate and (Basque?) sausages from Patrick. And a pheasant for Woomtide.
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