Dinner: Baked chicken, garlic smashed potatoes, gravy, blueberry pie, pear cider and Irish coffee for afters. I was going to make steamed broccoli but I forgot. I really just wanted the gravy, everything else was either necessary to the gravy making process or a delivery system for gravy. Mmmmm, gravy…
Late morning breakfast of poppy seed bagel, toasted with cream cheese, two eggs over medium, orange juice and coffee. Forgot that I had bought bacon until too late.
Mid-afternoon began making Chicago style stuffed pizza. Crust, mozz cheese and spinach, crust, crushed tomato sauce with spices and garlic (lots of garlic) on top. The yeast didn’t seem to behave well, so the crust isn’t as tender as I’m used to. I make this once or twice a year, as it is a three hour chore. But quite good.
Breakfast: a pot of tea, a chocolate croissant, and some raspberries.
Lunch/dinner/the rest of the day: a fancy tea with about 4 more pots of tea and the following:
turkey, brie, and cranberry sandwiches on a multigrain bread cut into the shape of maple leaves. Some also with walnuts on top.
chutney, cheshire cheese, and sultana sandwiches on a white bread cut into the shape of oak leaves.
a mixture of dried fruits with nutmeg and a little cream cheese to make it all stick together, on sandwiches made of acorn-shaped pieces of raisin bread.
pear cups (the top part of long-necked pears with the innards scooped out) filled with blue-cheese crumbles and honey-roasted almonds.
It all looked like such nibbly little stuff, I didn’t think I’d get over-full the way you do with a regular Thanksgiving dinner–but if you make and eat enough little tea treats, they’ll have the same effect by the end of the day.
Breakfast: peanut butter and banana chips on home-made whole wheat bread.
Lunch: lentil and cashew curry with sides of sage cornbread and chocolate zucchini cake.
Dinner: pinto and black bean chili with a side of sweet potato pie.
My husband is visiting our daughter, so I was alone, except for four cats.
I don’t know if this counts, but I went out to Ol’ South Pancake House and had their Thanksgiving Feast at about 2 PM. Turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, gravy, roll, green beans, and peas. Plus a slice of pumpkin pie with whipped cream. Usually I only eat one starch serving per meal, but I allow myself to eat two or three starches on special occasions. And it was a very good meal, the place was busy but not packed.
I had some smoked turkey breast from the deli, and I had that for my evening meal, and of course I did have to share it with the cats.
I wasn’t technically alone for Thanksgiving, as during the latter part, I went drinking with a pal, but I was alone for the dinner part, which is relevant here.
Breakfast: Buttered toast, leftover black beans.
Lunch: I don’t think I had lunch.
Dinner: An absurdly large portion of a whole chicken I baked in my own magic sauce, with potatoes, a salad, and more leftover black beans.
Post dinner hijinks: Rum, french fries. Exorbitant portions of each.