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a belated post on thanksgiving

With all the fun of December, Thanksgiving photos never quite made it up here. It’s a little late, but shall we?

smashed potatoes with chives and homemade buttermilk

I made my usual early start (5 a.m.) to cook down the list, pausing for a moment before I made the smashed potatoes in early afternoon.

Knowing I am mostly finished by that point, I always feel comforted. The clabbered milk (add a squeeze of lemon to whole milk and let it sit for five minutes to create buttermilk) I poured from a Mason jar went in before the butter to finish the dish.

My friend Tricia took some wonderful shots of the side dishes after she arrived with Kenyatta–

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Image by Tricia Wang

and I’m relying on her images as our guest list grew from six the day before to fourteen an hour before (someone sat on a camping chair and some of us ate on palm leaf plates!), so I was slightly distracted.

There were roasted butternut squash and local apples with pepitas for crunch and sage:

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Image by Tricia Wang

Also roasted brussel sprouts and pears with ginger and lemon zest–I’m very interested in combining fruits and veg with a dominant spice or herb in side dishes lately:

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Image by Tricia Wang

If memory serves, a carrot-top pesto went on roasted cauliflower, I improvised a chard-quinoa dish, the usual cranberry-orange sauce was chilled, and everyone raved over the Thomas Keller leek bread pudding.

The turkey I did remember to document, as I want to remember this seventeen-pound beaut from Di Paolo at the Grand Army Farmers’ Market. This is a salt brine, oil rub, and little else that took about three hours in the oven:

17 lb turkey from Di Paolo (Grand Army Plaza greenmarket)

For the dramatic dessert presentations, Kevin’s mother unmolded her tiramisu,

Kevin's Mom unmolding the tiramisu

that we shared responsibility for whipping heavy cream for that she spread on top and sprinkled with chocolate chips before slicing.

Kevin and his mom

And Francis, who is my good friend Solana’s cousin and a fabulous cook (it runs in their family),

Frances and Solana

cut into her two derby pies. I had a very hard time deciding whether I liked the traditional or the chocolate, and insisted on keeping the tiny remainder of one pie. We completed the bourbon theme with small-batch versions of bourbon vanilla gelato and of the spirit itself.

Frances cutting her derby pie (actually, she made two derby pies--one had chocolate, both were delicious)

I looked around the crowded table at friends (I like this shot of Bre and Kio) and extended family,

Bre and Kio (love this one)

laughing and learning about living in New York and I took notes from Linda on standing your ground as a feminist.

Linda and George

But the biggest lesson I learned this year (and I think it was Solana who articulated it best) is this: it takes generations eating together to make it truly feel like Thanksgiving.

For all recipes, see my Thanksgiving primer post.

a thanksgiving primer

I have been cooking the big Thanksgiving meal for my family for years now, and I wake up early and cook straight through to the meal (no prep beforehand). It’s possible, even with one oven and some flaky burners.

Your goal? Splendid leftovers, like this sandwich I made last year:

turkey sandwich (with notes) from Thanksgiving leftovers

Here’s how I do T Day in ten steps:

1. Wake up early and make desserts first. Convince someone to bring dessert (hint: most people don’t actually like pumpkin pie of any sort) or buy pie crusts and start there.

Do not take up hours on dessert because we are cooking a whole meal, not just a few recipes.

I like to make apple turnovers—this can be done with bought phyllo dough after the meal and before dessert—and drizzle them with dulce de leche (from a jar) and ice cream.

My recommended recipe: Use store-bought phyllo dough and let it defrost on the counter during the meal. Crank the oven to 400 degrees F. Grate 2 apples (try Honeycrisp or Granny Smith), stir in the zest and juice of half a lemon (zest it first) and a tablespoon of sugar. Let it be while you line two baking sheets with parchment paper, cut the dough into squares (about five inches). Spoon a big tablespoon into each, fold it over, crimp the edges with a fork, sprinkle with cinnamon-sugar if you like. Bake for 20 min. Drizzle with dulce de leche and serve with ice cream of your preferred dairy or non-dairy.

2. Gravy next. This is annoying to make at the very end when the bird is cooling and everyone is crowding the kitchen. Make it ahead of time. And don’t actually make gravy. Make Marsala sauce (this is a good recipe to have on hand anyway).

Take the neck and giblets out of the bird (which should be defrosted and ready to put in the oven soon). Add 1 tbsp olive oil to a saute pan and add the neck and giblets; cook, stirring, five minutes. Remove. Add 1 strip of bacon and let it render until nicely browned. Remove the bacon (eat it, obviously) and melt 3 tbsp unsalted butter in the pan with rendered bacon fat, add half a chopped onion, cooking over medium until translucent (about four minutes). Add 2 tbsp of flour and stir for two minutes, until it disappears into the onion. (If you feel fancy, use two shallots instead for better flavor.) Add 1 cup of good stock (chicken or veal) if you have it—if not, sub in water, and 1/2 cup dry Marsala wine and boil for 5 min until reduced to your preferred consistency. Season with salt and pepper. (Note: Please join me in ridding the world of those nasty gravy packets sold at grocers. And only use dry Marsala wine.)

3. Now, chop the veg. Use knives earlier in the day when people aren’t milling about, trying to help. When the veg is chopped, your reward is opening the bubbly (Mimosas, darlings). So, this is a holiday for vegheads and we will roast the sog out of our old friends, root vegetables. Adjust the oven shelves so you can use both simultaneously.

With the oven at 425 degrees F, brussel sprouts should be halved (if larger than a ping-pong ball, quarter them) and placed on a baking sheet. Core and chop 1 pear into 1/2 inch pieces for every two handfuls of brussels. Using your hands, toss the brussel sprouts and pears with a few tablespoons of oil, and spread into a single layer. Roast for 20 minutes, shaking once. You want them to be soft and also have some color. Note: the trendy thing this year is to stir Sriracha sauce and honey into brussels—I like harissa instead. For T Day, mince a few teaspoons of ginger to stir in. Let cool. (Ginger also aids digestion and your family will love you even more.)

While the brussels and pears cook, peel a 3 lb butternut squash and chop. Then, leave the skin on a few apples (again, Honeycrisp are nice) and chop them. Toss the apples and butternut squash with oil and roast for 20-30 minutes, shaking every ten minutes. Meanwhile, toast a handful of pepitas (pumpkin seeds) in a dry pan over medium heat until they pop, then throw them in the food processor with a few tablespoons of olive oil and spin until it becomes a dressing (a few strong pulses should be enough). Pour dressing over squash and fruit when out of oven. Let cool.

Take the greens off the top of the carrots, wash and spin in the food processor with one clove of minced garlic, a pinch of crushed red pepper, and some oil. Peel the carrots and halve lengthwise (quarter if large) and do the same with parsnips, if using, or cut a fennel bulb horizontally into half-inch slices. Roast carrots and parsnips/fennel for 20-30 minutes, shaking every 10. Cool and stir the carrot-top chimichurri in.

Congrats: you are mostly done. Turn the oven down to 350 degrees F.

4. It’s time to put the bird in—perhaps you brined the turkey with salt for a few days? Set the timer. And, if cooking for fewer than ten people, consider turkey alternatives; roast chicken is really a very nice thing and two small chickens are more fun and easier to roast. Just a thought. You need about a pound to pound and a half (weight before cooking) per person partaking.

5. Bread pudding/stuffing: chop three leeks for the bread pudding of your choice. And cube a loaf of bread (1-inch pieces) for that. Thomas Keller’s savory bread pudding is incredibly delicious and a bit fussy–don’t hold it in the oven, as it will dry out. Chop the leeks and then let someone assemble the pudding (they can scissor in the chives). Note: children are awesome at layering prepped ingredients. Or use the family recipe of choice. (I think oyster stuffing is sketchy, personally. Make a quick champagne vinaigrette and have the oysters before the meal instead.) Do what you will, but do not sub in random coconut/almond/soy dairy imposters in stuffing—make it into panzanella instead.

6. One more chop: any potatoes larger than golf balls. Look for fingerlings or small purple potatoes (these are often sold in packages now) and buy at least three pounds. Put potatoes (do not peel!) at the bottom of a large stockpot, cover with water (water should go an inch above the potatoes), bring to boil. Simmer for twenty minutes, until you can slide a knife through, but it doesn’t fall apart. Drain. Let cool. Then, put the potatoes in a big bowl and smush them with a masher or large spoon. Add big pats of butter, some buttermilk (add 1 tbsp fresh lemon juice to 1 cup whole milk and let it sit five minutes to clabber it into buttermilk), stir, and season heavily. Put in the fridge and heat back up later. Add Parm and scallions if you feel so moved. I usually do.

7. Open bottles now. I like to open bubbly first, then a minerally white if the table allows (usually doesn’t) and a lighter Pinot Noir for the rest of the meal.

8. Make cranberry sauce. Take 1 pint of cranberries and simmer them with 1/2 cup of orange juice, 1/2 cup water, and 1/2 cup sugar for five minutes. Add orange zest while cooking. Cranberries should pop. Let cool. Taste. (You can also use champage/cava/prosecco as a cooking liquid here.) If you have time and/or helpers, sugar a few berries and some sage leaves to top the sauce.

cranberry sauce with sugared cranberries and sage leaves

9. If you are feeling anxious about the vegetarians and vegans in attendance (who are already taken care of by most of the dishes above), make quinoa (takes about five minutes) and stir in pomegranate seeds and walnuts, pecans, or almonds with a little oil. It’s a glistening dish of protein and complete amino acids. Look for black or red quinoa for color.

10. Make kale salad to start the meal. If you can find baby kale, use the whole stem too—if not, just use the leaves. You can rip them into a bowl. Find a helper and have them massage (seriously, massage) a little kosher salt into the leaves and add some vinegar and oil; season. Let it sit while you arrange the dishes or plate.

Finally, encourage carving in the kitchen. Wrest the electric knife away if possible, and cut each breast in half, slice with the skin, then arrange the legs and wings on the rest of the platter. If the bird looks dry, pour a little melted butter over it.

Have a lovely, lovely Thanksgiving. And don’t forget about that sandwich.

a saturday brunch

Chrysanthe, Dave, Alex, Jonas, Winnie (so fun to have everyone in the kitchen)

When I discovered on Wednesday that my friends Jonas and Dave were both in town, it seemed such a good occasion for having friends over for brunch on Saturday (above: Chrysanthe, Dave, Alex, Jonas, Winnie). Tricia, Audrey, Kenyatta, Kevin, Chris, Tarikh also filled the kitchen, and we celebrated the turn toward winter with warming foods:

friends for lunch

Clockwise from left: roasted brussel sprouts (roast at 425 degrees for twenty minutes tossed with 1 tbsp olive oil, stir in a little harissa), baby kale salad (cut off very ends of kale stems, massage leaves with salt, add sherry vinegar), croissant pudding, roasted fingerling potatoes from Evolutionary Organics (halve and roast at 425 degrees for thirty minutes) with homemade aioli, and crab-fennel-cauliflower salad.

I also made chicken pot pie and a white bean-tomato-kale soup, and Chrysanthe brought a lovely pear-apple crisp.

And with this sort of food on our side and wonderful friends like these, perhaps we shall weather these colder temperatures after all…

dancing in september

a favorite sandwich: portobello with mustard, arugula, roasted tomatoes on toasted brioche bun

As summer gives way to autumn, the foods transition too—lately, I’ve roasted portobellos with tomatoes and cauliflower, adding grainy mustard and arugula to the toasted brioche bun (now that we’re more likely to turn the oven on).

And this recipe for a grape cake finds use for the Concord grapes now at the Grand Army Plaza and Union Square greenmarkets, also yielding a grape syrup I find lovely for stirring into a glass of cava.

grape cake with grape syrup and whipped cream

For a little party on Sunday that celebrated fried green tomatoes, I also made a peach pie, filling the crust with spiced yellow peaches,

peach pie filled (before the lattice crust)

making pimento cheese (a classic sandwich spread in the U.S. South),

pimento cheese (a traditional Southern sandwich spread of mayo, cheddar cheese (orange and white) and pimento peppers

and an hour later, pulled a bubbling pie out of the oven, proudly smiling at the lattice crust that Kevin helped fold (seems art school prepares you for working with all sorts of textiles).

baked peach pie (Kevin helped with the crust)

On Labor Day, we all walked through costumed marchers in the West Indian Day Parade as it dispersed around Grand Army Plaza,

Nora and Kevin walking through the stragglers from the West Indian Day Parade

feeling a bit like the bright figures might be apocalyptic messengers or heralds that belong atop Grand Army’s triumphant arch,

and off the lady in Orange went

and Kevin and Nora trailed behind, talking,

Kevin and Nora walking through after the West Indian Day Parade

as Elle dragged Baratunde ahead of the group,

Baratunde and Elle

until Baratunde considered starting a relationship with Nora’s purse.

in which Baratunde begins a relationship with Nora's purse while Slavin looks on

Almost at our destination: Sweet Revenge, for a holiday pig roast, Kenyatta convened us on a stoop.

convening on the stoop before the Pig Roast

Tricia introduced us all to the gracious Ricardo, who owns Pilar (the nearby Cuban “eatery”) with his wife, and who was in charge of the pigs being roasted.

discussing the pig roasting with the owner of Pilar

Kevin’s friend Michael was the hand model for these empanadas with chorizo and potato that we ate while counting the hours,

Michael is the hand model for these potato and chorizo empanadas

as Tricia and Baratunde danced in the sand,

Tricia and Baratunde dancing in the midst of everything else

(and Tricia danced joyously throughout, really,)

Tricia's the blur in the center

interrupted only by the tending of the coals and finally, the delicious meat was portioned out and served in a wonderful swirl of people and Mojitos and toasts to a memorable summer behind us.

turning coals

Still not quite ready to let it go, a warm afternoon yesterday led me to celebrate the coming cooler days with the crispy crust of homemade fried chicken and think about all the recipes ahead…

homemade fried chicken

the penultimate summer sunday

tomato frittata

Sunday morning began with my sister Kassandra waking early and a trip to the grocer near my apartment for a few brunch things—some housemade sun-dried tomatoes to go with fresh pear tomatoes, arugula, and buffalo mozzarella (that’s the white) on top of a frittata,

and sugar plums from Red Jacket Orchards that exude a glossy syrup when roasted.

roasting sugar plums

Catching up with my friend Solana over brunch (I’m happy she’s back in Brooklyn) filled my kitchen with laughter, and then she was off into her day, followed by Kassandra, who I see all too infrequently, leaving to drive to Philadelphia for her flight (she was in NJ this week setting a choreography and spontaneously rented a car to drive up for the weekend).

In the quiet kitchen, I turned to making a goat cheese cake for Tricia and Kenyatta‘s afternoon picnic, letting it cool by the open window,

goat cheese cake

before slicing figs across the top and drizzling it with honey from Brooklyn bees.

figs on the goat cheese cake

Arriving at Fort Greene Park, I found a sprawling group of artists, librarians, researchers, and videographers, everyone new to me and—unsurprisingly for friends of Tricia and Kenyatta—fascinating and creative.

afternoon mimosas in Ft Greene Park

The gracious Tricia poured me a mimosa and smiled with Kenyatta, who was in the center of the group, as I found an unoccupied patch of blanket.

afternoon mimosas in Ft Greene Park

The cake went quickly,

the goat cheese cake went over well

with the beautiful Elle waiting patiently, entranced by squirrels, before neatly nabbing the last slice,

the beautiful Elle

and all too soon, it was time to fold the blankets—like Audrey, I wondered why summer Sundays ever have to end—

folding up the blankets

but then again, how nice it was to have spent the afternoon reveling with this crew…

More fun images and video in Tricia’s Flickr set