It’s been 3 months since I last posted. I’ve been working my little socks off and the heartbreaking consequence has made me a stranger to my own kitchen. I miss both my virtual and tangible cucinas.
Today is my last day at work before the holidays. In 2 days I’ll be checking into CDG Roissy and boarding a 24-hour flight to Sydney for 3 weeks of festive merriment, sun-kissed tan lines and a rustic wedding in the Blue Mountains. Truth be told, I’d already spiritually absconded from the office weeks ago; so while I sit at my desk, mentally packing my suitcase, I thought I’d take a moment to decompress and dedicate a post to my first ever Thanksgiving.
As a 90′s adolescent, Thanksgiving was always a vague North American concept – along with Prom queens and Spring Break – that I’d seen on shows like Fresh Prince and My So Called Life. However, to actually indulge in the real pecan pies and marshmallow roasted sweet potatoes was an experience I’ll cherish! My lovely friend, Christina, invited me to her 3rd annual Thanksgiving dinner here in Paris, a tradition that she created along with a bunch of intercontinental buds.
I’ll start by saying that with everything from the food, to the digs, to the Salon du Vin wine, our host truely out did herself. Not to mention the fact that she was catering for a mere 25 guests who would appear eager and ravenous to give thanks. I arrived in the afternoon to join the other sous-chefs in the kitchen enjoying a tipple of festive red, and for the next few hours I was in bliss… chopping, stirring, peeling and basting while sweet music filled the slick MTV-Cribs-style apartment she had borrowed for the occasion.
With 2 turkeys in the oven, the rest of the menu unfolded with hints of cranberry, fruity stuffing, creamy garlic mashed potatoes, grated pumpkin fritters and a plethora of sweet potatoes – baked… roasted… grilled… mashed or spiced up with cinnamon and nutmeg as the heart of a velvety pie.
…which brings me onto dessert, to which there was an entire banquet dedicated. Most people had contributed wine or pudding and so once the devoured turkeys had been banished to the kitchen, out came a carnival of pies, cheese cakes, tarts, crumbles and, one of my personal favourites, pumpkin flavoured macarons! Oh la la!
What’s playing today?
Parting Ways by Cody ChestnuTT.
What a beautiful lyric…
“May you be blessed with good drink and food, and may your tongue be covered with a garment of good news.”