A combination of tryptophan-induced comas and the gassiest newborn in the history of mankind has left us a little sleepier than usual—a little slow at getting things done. For instance, I am about to take a break from eating leftovers over the sink to write a Thanksgiving post…a week late. That’s just how it works around here these days.
This Thanksgiving was an unusual one for us; it was the first year that we hosted at our house. Normally we would head to the relatives’ and be thankful that we didn’t have to make a mess of our home. However, this year was different in many ways. For one, we have a newborn and, quite frankly, it’s just easier to stay home with an infant. We also have a new kitchen. While it’s still small, the ‘newness’ has yet to wear off and we’re still excited to use it. Speaking of us using our kitchen, we didn’t really. We have an in-law who is not only a culinary master, but loves to cook. And we love that he loves to cook…especially when it’s for us in our new kitchen.
We put Kevin to the test several years ago by putting him in charge of the food at our wedding reception. Everybody raved—The food was incredible. So, when Kevin decided that he was going to prepare his own Thanksgiving meal this year, we more than graciously offered up our house.
Our locally-grown Turkey meal included:
Helsing Junction Pumpkin Soup
Olympic Pastured Heirloom Turkey
Natural Jus
Meghan’s Apple Cranberry Sauce
Turkey Sausage & Farro Stuffed Delicata Squash
Creamed Dinosaur Kale
Helsing Junction Corn & Beecher’s Flagship Corn Pudding
Helsing Junction Whipped Rutabaga & Potato Puree
Bourbon Pumpkin Cheesecake
Hands down, it was the best Thanksgiving meal I’ve ever eaten. It even beat out the time we were in Paris for Thanksgiving and ate dinner in a restaurant with a bunch of other Americans who had the same Rick Steves book as us.
A very special thanks to Uncle Kevin and Aunt Meghan—Cheers to a new tradition!