Like Kim Severson of the NYTimes, I'm going to blog a little of this Thanksgiving live (except Alice Waters probably won't call and Scott Peacock isn't coming over).
So far, so good. The guests arrived around 9 and we immediately sat down to Bob Evans sausage and egg sandwiches on Portuguese rolls. I had orange biscuits. Three of them. These are a divine breakfast treat from my childhood, though never as I recall actually served on a holiday. Only holiday breakfast was corned beef hash on Christmas. But I had a craving and made them. Goo remembered them fondly and had one too.
The baked brie was delicious, except I think our round was too big because it burst through the dough. Goo called it a casserole. But the apricots were great with the cheese, even without the almonds, in case the children wanted a taste. The mulled cider was a hit. And Gong peeled a few persimmons for the kids.
Aunt Banana, Uncle Soccer, and his mom just called. They're having lunch in a few hours, with my mom's dressing and her delicious sweet potato souffle (which has this great candied nut and oatmeal topping; maybe next year). Happy eating to you!
Anyway, the mashed potatoes are done and delicious. The dressing, yams, and green bean casserole are in the oven. We have about 30-45 minutes so we're going to watch the end of the parade that we DVR'd--they lost interest when it was snack time--and Mama and I will make the gravy, add the marshmallows to the yams and the onions to the green beans, and heat the rolls.
Then it's time to be thankful and eat, eat, eat. More before dessert . . .
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Orange Biscuits
Mom’s note (10/01): “Whenever we spent the night with someone, we’d make these for breakfasts (1950s). The traditional snack at night—Rice Krispy candy. We didn’t worry about calories (or cholesterol) then!”
1 can refrigerator biscuits
½ stick oleo
2/3 cup sugar
½ cup orange juice
Melt oleo and sugar; add juice and coat biscuits. Bake at 350°F til brown (15 minutes).
Mom
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