Hello dear readers,
This in no way resembles what the house looks like in real time. By this point I have become the person who the child refers to as “Boss” and who the sainted man that married me is kind enough to endure. They are probably setting the table, laying the fire, or trying to ignore the string of invective coming from the kitchen. I am cooking. I am cooking pretty much what my mother cooked and her mother cooked before her; which entails rising at dawn to have canapes out by four o’clock and the feast on the table by five. I know there are all sorts of ways to prepare in advance, but I don’t. That’s part of what I like to think of as heritage thrills. The difference in our house is that for dessert we (and I’m referring to myself and my maternal ancestors) make something called a Schaum Torte – I’ll put the recipe up later – it’s a cloud of caramelized meringue topped with berries and whipped cream – luscious any time of year.
Happy Thanksgiving – wishing you friendship, happy families, and a good crack at the wishbone, V