I got started Tuesday, roasting some turkey backs and then simmering them with onion and celery to make broth for the dressings and the gravy...
making almond brittle to top the pumpkin pie...
and pickled veg, aka giardiniera.
On Wednesday, while John mopped and vacuumed, I sauteed leeks, celery and sausage for the dressing...
made sweet potato rolls . . .
Baked but not browned -- that's for last minute.
I also made my grandmother's cranberry-pineapple-celery-pecan gelatin 'salad.' I think John and I are the only ones who really love this but I make it anyway. It's my favorite thing to eat Thanksgiving night -- crunchy and cool and refreshing.
That's my Kindle -- while I chopped celery and did other tedious things, I listened to The Salmon of Doubt (a posthumous compilation of odds and ends from Douglas Adams.
Wednesday night, I made a pumpkin chiffon pie -- to be topped with whipped cream and that almond brittle.
And I simmered the neck and giblets from the almost thawed turkey. More broth for gravy. And a little chopped liver/pate to put out with the starters-- I'm probably the only fan of this and if there's some left, I like it on toast for breakfast.
These, along with the turkey, gravy, and dressing, are my part of the feast. Justin and Claui and her folks will be bringing sides and starters and, I think, another dessert. There will be nine of us, counting Josie. We should have plenty.
I'll try to get some pics of Josie tomorrow, along with the feast.
Even in these perilous times, there is much to be thankful for. May all of you celebrating have a wonderful day -- without political discussions if they're likely to go badly.