The day before I made the pumpkin pies - using my Grandmother's pie crust, delish - and the cheese ball - my Mom's recipe - which was a big hit! I also fried up the bacon and did some other prep work like chopping onions for the stuffing - again my Mom's recipe and delicious!
The day of, we got up in the morning and he helped me prep the turkey. Keith even stuck his hand inside it to rub the spices around for me! The rest of the morning Keith cleaned up the apartment while I finished getting all the other things going in the kitchen. Man, we had it all, and we are still eating everything!!!
The day after, I boiled up the carcass and made turkey stock. Last night I turned it into a delicious turkey soup with lots of celery, carrot, and onions.
I had to write about this because I was so excited that Keith and I pulled it off!!! Everything was perfect, right down to the creamy mashed potatoes - my favorite! I love cooking with him, especially when we cook for family. We love to entertain, and we love to show people we care by feeding them! Kind of weird I guess, but we like to take care of people - what better way to do that than to create tasty food that fills their stomachs and their hearts. It's a beautiful thing.
If you're in town and looking for a good meal, just stop on by!
After a bit of Christmas shopping, while the stock was bubbling in the pot Sunday evening, we put up our Christmas tree and watched National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation. We then had to run back to Target twice because of our Christmas tree light fiasco - twinkling lights were accidentally purchases, need I say more???
So the tree is up, and it is gorgeous. Four hundred lights for a five foot tree. Ridiculous? I think not. Even Keith has finally admitted that I was right about needing four hundred, and he is the one that had to string, unstring, and restring them over and over again. I love turning it on in the morning while I eat breakfast, just before it's too bright outside to see it twinkle, and then again at night when Keith gets home from work. It's hard to believe that it starts getting dark around here at about 4:45. By 5:30 it's dark, and by 6 it's pitch black outside. We have a pretty narrow window to go running these days.
Last night we went running in the snow. There's something truly invigorating about running in the snow. It's one of my favorite things we do together. I know it will be less appealing when the snow is a foot high and when going for a "run" is more like going for a "hike" through the fluffy slippery wetness, but...
we've got thick socks and hearty souls.
K&A