We started as 3. Grew to 9 for dinner. Then 16 for the late night fun banter.
It was a long day for me. Up at 8am to start cooking. And the last guest left round 2am.
It was an almost perfect day...except the FIRE!!!!
Yesh! I caught the house on fire. The oven really. So. We bought one of those cheap pans to roast Mr. Turkey in. Apparently there was some crack in it? All the fat leaked into the bottom of the oven and caught on fire! Fat fire!!!
It was very exciting and very hilarious. Brian and I stood looking at it--the fire. Then we'd look at each other. I dashed into the pantry looking for baking soda. We only had baking powder. It does NOT work the same. Nope. So then Brian started to get water and I said "Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!" So then we looked at it some more. As the smoke filled the kitchen and all of our eyes watered I thought of what was most important--The Turkey. So I rescued the turkey. Just as Amanda dashed in with the fire extinguisher. We didn't need the extinguisher. The Fat fire burned off and calmed down. That's what fat fires do.
It was hilarious. The day thus far had gone way too smoothe. I was way ahead of schedule. After the event the house reeked of smoke! Windows open, fans out before the guests arrived.
Loved it. One of those memories. My first Thanksgiving where I ran the show and I almost burned the house down.
We made so much food.
Apple Brown Sugar Brined Turkey.
Cornbread and Pretzel Stuffing.
Parmesan Scalloped Potatoes.
Carrot Yogurt Salad.
Hazelnut Brown Buttered Brussel Sprouts
Sweet Potato Casserole
Croissants with Brown Sugar Butter
Erika and Nando brought:
Cheesy Green Beans
Marshmallowy Potatoes and Squash
Greens. Salad and Greens!
Sweet Potato Pie
Pumpkin Swirl Cheesecake
A lot of booze
1/2 a bottle of wine
Brianna and Andrew brought:
Their sweet asses.
We ended the night with a 3 hour conversation about gender, sexuality, expectation, and power. We're, like, really smart and articulate people who can shovel massive amounts of food down our gullets.
After the fire. Not quite cooked of course, Just smokey. extra smokey. Thank goodness for the oven downstairs!!! We would have been shit outta turkey luck!
Ahhhhhh! I did not finish my plate. So ashamed.
The first wave.Good little eaters and amusers.
I love hosting things. I wish everyday was a holiday where I can cook feasts for my loved ones.
I'll invite you next time. If you tell me how pretty I am.