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I bagged baking early last night. I chocolate-glazed the Molly Wizenberg dried fruit balls, and I think they’re going to be really good this year; I used more prunes than figs, and Grand Marnier, and really good chocolate. I made the fruit cake gems, and I think I bought 1/4 inch larger bon bon cups, 1.25 in., instead of just 1, to bake them in, so they are not so cute and small as last year. I had a vat of fruitcake batter, ending up with 12 dozen larger gems, that packed into 2 full 5-qt. buckets this morning. Over abundance was a theme of the night – I had softened enough butter to go with 8 cups of flour to make the Mexican wedding cookies, and after I started mixing them – I got as far creaming the butter & sugar – I realized that my mixer doesn’t hold 8 cups of flour … and four cups of butter and 1 1/3 cups of sugar and 2 cups of ground pecans … I had to eyeball half the butter/sugar mixture, transfer it to another bowl, mix two half batches, and then finally combine them – had to mix with my hands – in one of my biggest bowls. So I thought I should knock off early for the night, before I did something stupid. On a happier note, the almond cinnamon stars that are new this year are really nice, and gluten- and dairy-free. I hope the pffernuse, also new this year, that I mixed up last night, will bake up as well.

Fruit & nut balls

Fruit Cake Gems

Not my shot but my stars are similar

The smell

Yesterday morning, when I opened up the closed-off and & closed-heat-vent sun room, where I had left the naked ginger creams so that the cats wouldn’t try to steal them, the smell of gingerbread made all the late night baking worthwhile. mmm, like the ghosts of Christmas past. I made a lot of the ginger creams – hoping to make up for last year – so it took almost an hour and a half to frost them, albeit while chatting with Rach with my new iPhone 4 on speaker. I think I left out the sugar last year; they were a molasses-sweetened healthy cookie. But it wasn’t a good thing – because sugar tenderizes as well as sweetens, they were hard, too.

Naked ginger creams waiting to be frosted

Thanksgiving vacation, continued

So OK – it’s Saturday, and I’ve made 3 types of cookies so far: jam, Biberli (this shows last year’s “factory seconds”; this year’s are plumper & firmer), and lebkuchen; and even though all the fridges are stuffed with food, the turkey carcass has been dealt with. The bird was so big that I couldn’t even fit the whole carcass into my biggest stock pot – I had to break it into two sections. But the bones have been picked, and the broth has been strained, and everything’s washed.

I finally finished grading my students’ assignments this morning. we went to see the last Girl with Dragon Tattoo movie the other night, and I was again impressed by how much time they all spend eating and drinking coffee over their apple computers. I indulged myself, this a.m. with a bowl of oatmeal while grading.

Oatmeal with apples and bananas and brown sugar and half & half

‘Course, I think if I had a professional expresso machine with real china cups in my office, like the office of Blomkvist’s magazine, I’d pull an expresso and drink it over my computer, too, first thing on getting into work. And I had to fortify myself, because we are going to the Badger football game – I’m a stand-in for Mark’s regular football date, his son, who is off at a high school hockey tournament, up north.

Afterward, there’s a potluck, and I expect to be back to cookie baking by 10 p.m. – I hope to bake the ginger creams tonight, so I can frost them tomorrow.

9:18 p.m. post-potluck – here’s a photo of the pumpkin mousse – you can see my new iPhone taking the picture, reflected in the spoon. The 4G is a lot faster at sending the pictures – I was getting ready to give up on iPhone pictures for blogging, because it took so long to get them out of the iPhone and into the post – or I had to start the post with the Word Press iPhone app, to get the pictures in.

Pumpkin mousse on the Saturday after Thanksgiving

I think it’s going to be a good Thanksgiving

I’m feeling dumb for setting myself up with a 2-week cookie season again this year – but it’s still got to be better than last year, which was the year of nothing came out quite right; I blame Costco flour and broken thumb. And, happily, all the Thanskgiving stuff seems to be coming out well – knock wood, and throw a pinch of salt over your shoulder. The desserts are pumpkin mousse with turkey-shaped spice cookies (and I think I’ll scatter the sugar cookie stars cut out from the jam cookies artfully over the top of the mousse at serving time); streusel-topped cherry pie, and lattice-topped strawberry rhubarb pies.

The bird’s in, a big one this year, 18.7 pounds. I think I won’t read student assignments after all – I think I’ll go make corn pudding and beet gratin and peel potatoes instead. Much more fun, in my humble opinion.

Rhubarb pie and cookies, cherry pie in distance

Rhubarb pie and cookies, glimpse of cherry pie's crust

Cherry pie and cookies, rhubarb pie in the distance

Cherry pie, turkey cookies, rhubarb pie

It begins

Dad’s yahrzeit

Yesterday – November 21st – is my Dad’s yahrzeit, or anniversary of his death. Twelve years now, since he died in 1998. It was a Saturday that year.

I didn’t light a candle as I have other years, but I went and bought a fresh bottle of gin, Death’s Door, so that I could drink a toast to my dad. Not his brand, but his style – he would’ve ordered Beefeaters on the rocks with a twist, and that’s how I drank mine. Death’s Door wasn’t being made when he was alive, but I think he would’ve liked it – it has a peppery note along with the juniper.

My brother wrote a nice post this year – remembering dad and football. I liked reading it because I know my son has similar memories, since our dad – his Opa – lived long enough to take him to at least one football game at Three Rivers Stadium – a place that’s not here anymore, either.

Thanskgiving vacation

I’m taking all of next week off, so today, the Saturday before Thanksgiving, could be considered my first day of Thanksgiving vacation. Or else it’s just a regular Saturday before I start the vacation – I dunno. I hope to do a bunch of house stuff – sort magazines, and recycle them; clean John’s old room; cook; plot & plan for cookie season …. Today I made a big batch of cranberry applesauce, and there’re pots of potato soup and chicken stock simmering even as I write. And I took some photos of the squash that are sitting on the counter waiting to be either pie or centerpieces.

Chicken for the lazy people

Another dish for the Dorie Greenspan cooking club, French Fridays with Dorie, Roast chicken for Les Paresseux, the lazy people, of which I guess I am one, since this is pretty much the way I always make roast chicken. Stuff something in the cavity, herbs, garlic, a lemon, salt & pepper, and leave it alone to bake for an hour and a half or so. I put my chicken into the pot upside down, so that the fat from the back could baste the breast meat, which is how we always do the Thanksgiving turkey, too. The back-side-up method inserts a little drama into Thanksgiving, because there has to be the great turkey turning to brown the breast – more dramatic with the stuffed, 15-lb. bird than a 5-lb. chicken. I did not even turn this chicken. It was a grocery store chicken, but organic, a nice 5-lb. roaster, so good even though not as good as Matt’s. And the real star, as Mark said, was the home grown rosemary I clipped from the potted plant in the upstairs sunroom, to stuff in the bird. We ate it with creamed spinach and spaghetti squash – and the potatoes I roasted with the bird were purple – that came in my CSA box. The ones on my plate, draped with some slices of roasted onion and squishy cloves of roasted garlic, looked so phallic that I couldn’t post the picture.

Mark's chicken dinner plate

Ethan's chicken dinner - he was just back from hockey practice, so a member of the clean plate club

Not so much

So it’s been a funny couple of days of cooking. My first winter share CSA box was arriving on Thursday, so I was trying to use up as much as possible from prior boxes. I’ve been trying more dishes for French Fridays with Dorie. I had the fixings for a lovely salad: roasted beets, roasted butternut squash & parsnip cubes in cider vinaigrette, and mixed lettuce – but we ate that Wednesday, so I wanted something else. I also had a stalk of Brussels sprouts, and lots of carrots, that needed to make room for new. I was thinking about making the sprouts according to this recipe from Smitten Kitchen – it sounds delish, and I have all the right stuff for it (woulda had to thaw out some chicken broth, but I would’ve been able to up the 3 slices of Willow Creek cottage bacon in the meat drawer, before they mold. Not panacetta, but it’s round bacon, and comes from a similar place on the pig). But I also found 3/4 of one of last year’s jars of chestnuts, so I opted to steam and toss the sprouts in butter with chestnuts & nutmeg, instead. So Thursday, my dinner was a bowl of the leftover Butternut Squash & Black Bean Chili, and the sprouts.

After dinner, I roasted the carrots to make an Italian antipasto salad, that I got from Michele Scicolone, but it’s a traditional Italian preparation of carrots. You’re supposed to fry the carrots, and then marinate them in mint, garlic, and red wine vinegar. I reasoned that roasting would work just as well, use less oil, and not mess up my stove. We didn’t eat them till Friday, but boy are they good. I made some applesauce, to use up some apples and a pear that were getting too old in the fridge. I wanted to put in a pinch of salt, to bring up the flavor, but I over did it, and ended up with oddly salty applesauce.

I ate some of the salty applesauce with oatmeal for breakfast on Friday, and then of course obsessed about what to do with it for the rest of the day. I even printed an applesauce pancake recipe. We ate Dorie’s pumpkin flan for dinner with salad that night, using up more of my prepared veggies and lettuce. I made one big flan, and the flavors – pumpkin, gorgonzola, and nuts (the recipe called for walnuts; I used pecans) – just didn’t work too well for us. I think I’d like it better with bread crumbs and Parmesan cheese, or maybe Gruyere, on top – one of those cheeses that’s sweet when it melts. And, the picture in the book, that shows cute little hunks of cheese sticking up from the pumpkin custard, must’ve been manipulated by the stylist – or else Dorie had much thicker cream & pumpkin than I did. My cheese sank.

Saturday morning I made the salty applesauce into scones – they didn’t come out so great either – too gooey. So I bought 6 pounds of apples at the farmers market, that’s just moved indoors, to make more sauce, and just dumped the last of the salty stuff down the disposal.

Fridays with Dorie – potato gratin

Last night for supper I made Dorie Greenspan’s pommes dauphinois – potatoes cooked in cream with Gruyere cheese on top. My next attempt for the Friday’s With Dorie virtual cooking club. I liked them. I was worried about the cream to potato ratio – it was supposed to be 2 to 2 1/4 lbs. spuds to 1 3/4 cup cream, and of course I don’t have a kitchen scale, so I had to guess at the weight of the potatoes. I used less than I thought I should; about 7 potatoes that ranged from smallish to fist-sized. I didn’t want to haul out the mandolin, so I used the food processor. I only have a 4mm slicing blade, so I think I could have done just as well with a knife, but the machine sure was fast. We made the potatoes our main course, which suited their richness. I’m still working on using up Pie Palooza greens so we had a big salad, and an Asian-flavored slaw, that I wasn’t so happy with. The dressing had sushi ginger and oil, regular & sesame (I was out of regular vegetable oil, so I used almond, and a few tablespoons sesame oil for seasoning)and rice vinegar, and it had chopped peanuts in it. I think I would’ve liked it better with peanut butter in the dressing, too.