We had a really lovely Thanksgiving. After a few evenings of preparations, doing as much ahead of time as I could like the pie and sweet potato casserole, the day itself was really low key and wonderful.
Early morning I got up to dress the bird in his annual suit of spice rub and pancetta. I peeled and chopped the vegetables and sliced the figs. At 9:10 I was in the car and thankfully alone on the road as I made way north for breakfast with my family. I arrived in time for a feast fit for a king…the king being my nephew on his very first Thanksgiving Day. The parade went on in the background as we chatted and my brother finished up incredible breakfast burritos and sugar brioche buns.
Later, I headed back to tend to our luncheon feast only to walk into a rich smelling house reassuring me that the turkey was well on its way. The menu for the day was simple and easy and boy did we enjoy it. We started out with a cheese plate decorated with Piave, Morbier and Brie cheeses, Prosciutto di Speck and Calabrese figs. I made my favorite turkey and as sides we had mashed potatoes, sweet potato casserole, stuffing, a big ‘ol salad (though I’m told that’s a faux pas for Thanksgiving?), cranberry-orange relish and cranberry sauce. I ate my plate clean then loaded up a second helping. We laughed and pushed the conversation louder and louder, the wine flowing and each person trying to talk over the other like family does. For dessert, I made the best pumpkin pie I’ve ever had (subbing in gingersnap crust is never a bad idea) and my mom brought an apple crumb from an orchard near home. How do they make that topping?! It was a great day.