Monday, November 19, 2012

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What a weekend!  It was exhausting but filled with good food, friends, fun, so ultimately, I can't complain, right?

Friday night's dinner: wieners & slow cooker baked beans!

Friday night's dessert: pumpkin pudding with sour cream topping - like a pumpkin pie without the crust.  This was a bit of a let-down.  I now know that part of the intrinsic pleasure of a pumpkin pie for Karl Lagerfeld, Esq., is the juxtaposition between flaky crust and creamy filling.

We skipped Chinese school to clean the house top to bottom and prep for Friendsgiving.  So I made us a little treat of leftover puff pastry scraps turned into nuttela-filled turnovers.  Delicious.


Friendsgiving version 2012 was a monster success.  11 adults, 2 toddlers all crammed into Lil' Ugmo for a night of 9 bottles of wine and near the end, tumblers filled with ice and rum.  It was epic!  We had 4 dips: carrot, hummous, white bean, and squash, with pita and sliced baguette.  Cheddar sage breadsticks.  Blue cheese-stuffed proscuitto wrapped prunes, baked until gooey and sizzling.  Fox's cheesy potatoes.  A carrot, cabbage slaw with sunflower seeds.  Roasted beets.  Brussels sprouts.  A fresh cranberry sauce and a cooked cranberry sauce.  I was responsible for the turkey (which turned out perfectly, might I say), and gravy and stuffing and a pumpkin cheesecake for dessert.  It was lovely.  I cooked the stuffing in a wide, shallow enamelled cast-iron casserole which meant that all the lovingly hand-torn bread pieces got all craggy and crispy.  Just take a look at that feast!  We shared stories and laughed and caught up and had intense policy discussions on participatory democracy.  It was everything I dream of in a gathering of friends.  I felt very, very lucky.

It was also good because leading up to it, the Dotytron and I hadn't been in the best of spirits.  His long-dormant Record Club (of which our Discerning Coyote friend is a member) was resurrected on Friday night featuring Nas' Illmatic.  So they drank 40s and beer and Hennessey with the end result being that the Dotytron didn't stumble home until 4am, and this is AFTER he missed our stop on the streetcar and had to be awoken like your garden-variety late night public transport drunkard.  Saturday was ROUGH, for the both of us.  I hadn't slept well.  The Dotytron's favorite glass broke.  I accidentally left a pot on with my butter-wine basting mixture while we went for a walk and we came back to a smoke-filled home with a burnt-beyond-recognition pot.  People were late for dinner.  It was tense.  But as we gathered up spent wine glasses at 1am and surveyed the scene, there was nothing in us but gratitude for our lovely circle of Supper Club friends.

Sunday morning's breakfast is a favorite of mine - leftover stuffing pan fried in little cakes topped with poach eggs.

Momma D came over and joined us for breakfast.  Of course, we followed this up with a PIE PARTY at JJ's house.  She made us empanadas (not pictured, sadly) and I made baked brie puff pastry hand pies (also not pictured), and the Discerning Coyote made us a deep-dish Chicago pie which I instantly want to go out and replicate:


And then...and then because meals at JJ & S's are nothing if not gluttonous extravaganzas...we had THREE different pies for dessert.  Chocolate cream (JJ), apple (Discerning Coyote) and sweet potato pecan (me).  Oy!   We were smart enough to split the spoils so now, in addition to a fridge stuffed to the gills with turkey stock, and turkey dinner leftovers, I also have leftover pumpkin cheesecake, 1 pumpkin pudding, and remnants from 3 pies.  Lordy.

Tonight's dinner: sunchoke soup w/ leftover breadsticks, pita, and dips.

Pumpkin cheesecake.

So, so, so good.  

As I was driving to JJ's house yesterday with the Big Yam in the back seat, we stopped at a stop light. There were no street cars in sight.

The Big Yam: "Mama?"
Me: "Yes?"
The Big Yam: "Street car.  In my head."  *taps forehead*  "In my head."

!!!!!  LOL!  So funny.  The little guy and his mind movies.

Fin.



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