First don’t take this the wrong way. I’m not asking to make Thanksgiving. I am very fortune that my husband’s and my families live close to each other, so we celebrate not just one but TWO Thanksgivings each year. One at 2pm and one around 6pm. Yes, it is a little insane. But over time, we adapt. Small portions, pass on the first dessert, lots of water and easy on the booze early on–all great tips on how to eat two times the calories you’d probably consume in a week 🙂 I also cheat a bit. Don’t tell anyone, but I’m actually not a huge fan of turkey. Both families have perfected a moist, tender turkey, but still it just doesn’t really appeal. So it’s easy to skip a big part of that.
I have made a lot of pies in my life, but proud to say I’ve never made a double crusted pie. Meaning those pretty pies with the sheet of dough over top, and the perfect little slits around the center, and perfectly crimped edges? Yeah, I don’t do those. Why, because I’m lazy. And a bit afraid. All that work, then the thought of somehow messing up the top causes way to much anxiety. So all of my pies have become “Dutch”.