Turkey Day

So it may not have been a "typical" Thanksgiving day, but we had a great little celebration way over here in London. We had Fr. Cool visiting last week, so the contemplation of making a full turkey dinner easily became a bit more justifiable. Cooking for 3.5 people seems to be more of a celebratory atmosphere than just 2.5 people - this latter contingency would have had turkey (deli meat) sandwhiches. But alas, our first Thanksgiving here in London proved to be a good day.

We started off our day with a mini-beat music class, the gym and then off to the Sigmund Freud Museum. I mean, doesn't everyone start their Thanksgiving with a psychoanalytic adventure? And while we didn't eat until 8:30 (London time), it was right in the middle of the US celebration. So, technically speaking, I wasn't that overdue with my 7:00 estimate. Crying babies take priority... sorry burnt sweet potato casserole.

My first "hosting" of Thanksgiving included: all homemade everything... except for the wine. So here goes: chunky cranberry sauce with lemon zest, stuffing -Martha Stewart's recipe, sweet potato casserole (not too sweet, with nutmeg and a hint of brown sugar), gravy, broiled asparagus, a boneless turkey breast wrapped in bacon and a pumpkin cheesecake. Upon opening the butcher paper for the turkey breast, I was surprised to find it gloriously wrapped in bacon. What a wonderful and unexpected discovery. I'm sure you would agree with me in thinking more foods should be encompassed by a little pig now and again. If Hostess embraced this sentiment, perhaps Twinkies would still be around.

disclaimer: Charlotte only has her pacifier because she kept crying when we entered Freud's study (the "couch" room) and was scared for the remainder of the tour.