
When Thanksgiving comes on the 22nd, it feels weird, granted I have more time between now and Christmas to blame the cats for not decorating but...
I had indulged in one of those pre-cooked frozen turkeys a few weeks ago and the tryptophan had not quite worn off so I thought to prepare something a little different.
I made the pumpkin pies and cranberry orange jello. I also went shopping and picked up two juicy grade A steaks, a bag of miniature yams, sour cream, and makings for cauliflower and broccoli salad. Also grabbed a loaf of French bread to make garlic bread. I baked the yams and some new potatoes tossed together in a pan with olive oil and garlic. Heaven!
The steaks went into a screaming hot skillet. Husbands went in four minutes before mine, his must be done, mine can be medium. Seared them off, popped them in the oven to finish. Rang the dinner bell and it was fairly decent eats.
The weather here was clear sunny day, cold and crisp. People who live on the coast are not used to a lot of sunshine, we tend to get blinded on the road from all the sunshine flickering through the trees, it can be deadly. So no shopping until it clouds up...just the way we like it.
Happy Thanksgiving. Hope you are comfortably ensconced where ever you are.