Thanksgiving is all about family, friends and food. I’ve always been fortunate to be on the guest side of Thanksgiving. It’s daunting to travel to Brooklyn for many and in our current apartment, we simply couldn’t host the crowd. Though I always contribute (testing dessert recipes today!), thus having build quite a collection of fall and Thanksgiving favorites. So in case you’re still in need of the perfect Thanksgiving side or dessert (which I’m sure you’re not because you wrote your menu months ago, right..?), look no further.
It was mid fall—right at the peak of harvest. As we stepped out of the car at W. Rogowski Farm, my senses were overwhelmed. Scents of lemon grass and basil caught in the breeze tugged us in one direction to the fields where we were encouraged to harvest as many herbs as we could handle. A skillet crackled where a cooking demonstration was taking place. Warm quinoa salad with bacon and kale. It was the first time I tried quinoa and was instantly in love (though it might have had something to do with the bacon). Over in the barn, fresh laid eggs were being cracked and whisked into fluffy omelets, as satisfied breakfast diners watched on. Heaps of pumpkins, all sizes and shapes, piled high in front of the parking lot. It was then that I noticed them. Hiding behind the sea of orange was a smaller collection of ghost white pumpkins.
My husband and I are fortunate to live close to both of our parents which means double Thanksgiving. No, we don’t do it like normal couples, alternating years, or even doing one Thursday and another celebration on Friday or Saturday. We go back to back. An early dinner with my family at 2pm and a later meal with his family around 6 or 7pm. So for any of you out there that claim food comas on Thanksgiving, YOU CAN’T EVEN IMAGINE. I literally want to sleep the rest of the weekend. After close to a decade of the same routine, we’ve learned to pace ourselves better, but you still want to try a little of everything. Two weeks from now I’ll never want to see turkey again. Or at least not for another year. But right now it’s all I’m craving.
Yesterday I shared my dream Thanksgiving menu, for when one day, I host Thanksgiving in Brooklyn. I wouldn’t hold your breath on that one. Aside from confessing my love for the cranberry log, I also omitted sweet potatoes. I love sweet potato pies and fries, but sweet potatoes baked with butter and brown sugar? I just can’t get into it. And don’t even get me started on the ones with marshmallows. Completely inappropriate for dinner. But then I realized–sweet potatoes and marshmallows–completely inappropriate for dinner but dead on for dessert. And a recipe was born.