What happens when 11 adults with two kitchens and three refrigerators -- and killer ocean views -- bring their culinary A Games to the Thanksgiving table? This:
Pear-blue cheese tartlets. Bacon-wrapped borduck-carrot sticks. (The warmed marinated olives were sadly left on our kitchen counter.) Brown-sugar cured roasted turkey. Glazed grilled salmon. Onion-sage smashed potatoes. Corn bread dressing. Shallot-wild mushroom gravy. Sauteed green beans. Sweet potato gratin. Brussels sprouts. Creamed corn. Mushrooms Berkeley. Cranberry sauce. Sage biscuits. Cheddar biscuits. And pies, pies and pies!
And, thanks to The Critters' crafty-ness, we all knew exactly where to sit:
Perhaps the most delicious, epic Thanksgiving meal. Ever.
Burp.
Excuse me.
Speaking of burps, let'd talk about the CeeKavs' dog, Sasha, for a minute, shall we? My date has decreed she is the 2012 recipient of Bermtopia-by-the-Sea's Best Attitude Award.
Sasha is 100 pounds of in-the-moment canine. A sit-on-your-feet, lay-down-in-the-middle-of-the-stream, no-one-is-a-stranger, will-do-anything-for-a-tummy-rub dog's dog. Unlike Ben, who over-thinks pretty much everything from eating a Milk Bone to scratching his fleas, it's clear Sasha does not have a worry in world because of her ingrained conviction that life is perfect just the way it is and that there are no problems that a head butt and invitation to romp can't solve.
This was clearly illustrated yesterday when Sasha got herself stuck in the neighbor's front yard. Bordered on two sides by a dense boxwood hedge about 4 feet high and 2 feet wide, the yard clearly stretched Sasha's sense of direction. She KNEW the Poopheads' house was on the other side, she just couldn't figure out how to get there. (Pssst. Sasha. Just. Turn. Around.) So she simply plunged into the hedge head first and burrowed her way home, happily flopping down on the lawn and rolling over on her back, legs all akimbo, to bask in the afternoon sun.
And, thanks to The Critters' crafty-ness, we all knew exactly where to sit:
Perhaps the most delicious, epic Thanksgiving meal. Ever.
Burp.
Excuse me.
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Speaking of burps, let'd talk about the CeeKavs' dog, Sasha, for a minute, shall we? My date has decreed she is the 2012 recipient of Bermtopia-by-the-Sea's Best Attitude Award.
Sasha is 100 pounds of in-the-moment canine. A sit-on-your-feet, lay-down-in-the-middle-of-the-stream, no-one-is-a-stranger, will-do-anything-for-a-tummy-rub dog's dog. Unlike Ben, who over-thinks pretty much everything from eating a Milk Bone to scratching his fleas, it's clear Sasha does not have a worry in world because of her ingrained conviction that life is perfect just the way it is and that there are no problems that a head butt and invitation to romp can't solve.
This was clearly illustrated yesterday when Sasha got herself stuck in the neighbor's front yard. Bordered on two sides by a dense boxwood hedge about 4 feet high and 2 feet wide, the yard clearly stretched Sasha's sense of direction. She KNEW the Poopheads' house was on the other side, she just couldn't figure out how to get there. (Pssst. Sasha. Just. Turn. Around.) So she simply plunged into the hedge head first and burrowed her way home, happily flopping down on the lawn and rolling over on her back, legs all akimbo, to bask in the afternoon sun.
Problem solved.
I am so, so impressed. Bermtopialandia obviously knows how to do Thanksgiving dinner justice. Sasha the wonder dog is also clearly the proper recipient of the "Best Attitude Award". We could all learn something from her. Especially me when preparing our Thanksgiving turkey. There was success this year. At least I haven't yet heard about anyone collapsing when they arrived home after dinner.
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I loved your T-Day account of turkey wrangling. Now that you've conquered the bird, try the brown sugar cured recipe above. It's uber easy and makes you look like a Food Network rock star.
ReplyDeleteI savoured every word on that menu. Hungry now, thanks a lot.
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