Thanksgiving in NYC was awesome. On Thanksgiving eve when we were all together (well, minus Ross), we had dinner at Sakagura, which was amazing and has the equally amazing Soba Totto right next to it (ate there this spring). For dessert we had black sesame cream brûlée with black sesame ice cream, and pear mille-feuille with Earl Gray ice cream, and let me tell you, it was amazing. Then we went back to Liz and Claire’s apartment and made all the Thanksgiving desserts.
Claire printed out our menu with all the recipes.
Peeled 100 mini pearl onions with Cindi and Ross. The night before, Ross, Liz and I made 100 jalapeno poppers.
We had a lot of food. The turkey was maple-glazed, and it was the best ever turkey. Claire knocked it out of the park with this turkey. I helped a little and got to baste a turkey for the first time (it was pretty easy). We had creamed spinach, applesauce, Wisconsin ham, Hungarian soup, pecan pie, chocolate fudge pie, sweet potatoes, apple pie cookies, apple pie…I won’t go on. Claire turned into Bartender Claire and made mimosas, sex on the beaches…something else that was really yummy…it’s all a blur to me.
The day before I left, Cindi and I walked from 46th to the Apple store on 58th, which was madness. Then back down to Bryant Park for crepes and a bag of sweet popcorn, sufficiently loaded down with food and Christmas gifts.
For some reason, I never realized how close Thanksgiving is to Christmas, really. Now, I love Christmas. Decorations, music, weather, gifts, cards, good food and feasts, family times, what have you. I wouldn’t want year-round Christmas, but I love that it lasts pretty much a month.
Also, I have this compulsion to be the Best Gift Giver. I only bring this up because this year, I am going to score big time with the family and finally reclaim that title, which was usurped by one sibling or another for the past couple years.
My flight back is in exactly two weeks, which is both too long, and not enough time to get things done.