Showing posts with label thanksgiving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thanksgiving. Show all posts

Friday, November 25, 2011

T-Day, 23:00


My mom (with her access to a super big refrigerator called
"Wisconsin in November") brines her turkey every year. The
bird is very, very moist, but the skin doesn't always brown like
you might be used to. WORTH IT.

Thanksgiving is a lot like pancakes for me.  At first, I'm all excited. "Oh! Delicious seasonal food and/or pancakes! What a rare and delicious treat!"  Soon after, I'm cursing the food gods for my food-crimes, and swearing off all things Thanksgiving/pancake.  If I ever see another turkey again, I will surely die (That is, before next year when I forget all of the lessons that I learned this year like a cast member of a sitcom).

On the upshot, I got to spend Thanksgiving at home this year for the first time since I moved to California.  My mom is an awesome cook, and that means I get to be in charge of the green been casserole and the sweet potatoes... and that's all.

Love.

Light White Berry (substitute berry
with cherry). The only sweet coffee
drink that I have ever enjoyed. I even
ask for my pumpkin spice at 1/4
strength.
I'm home in Green Bay, Wisconsin until next Wednesday.  This Monday, November 28 at 9:00 AM, I'm going to appear on Living with Amy on WLUK channel 11 (if you're in the area).  I'm making Chipotle Sweet Potatoes and French Onion Soup.  French Onion Soup was the ONE thing I said specifically on this blog that I never wanted to make on TV, because chopping onions turns me into a quivering pile of goo.  It's possible that someone I went to high school with is on the production team.  It should be pretty entertaining to watch.

The next few days should be full of some delicious regional noms which I'm cut off from most of the year.  For instance, I (finally!!)  made it back to Caribou Coffee in the Minneapolis airport, which filled my heart with joy.  I hate that California doesn't have this chain.  I love Caribou from it's sweet mascot to it's knitted sweater-design cups to the fact that it isn't Starbucks.  They still care about how they treat their coffee.  Do you see the brown lids?! It's all in the details. Le sigh (Coffee nerd).

Friday, November 11, 2011

Stuffing as a family tradition, and why mine is better than yours

Come a little closer, I'm going to tell you a secret.

My mom has the best stuffing recipe in the world.  Oh yes, it's true.

I wasn't aware of the fact that I had grown up eating the best stuffing in existence until I moved away and started making it for other people.  It's always the best stuffing they've ever had,  and I doubt they were saying that to be nice, because to be frank, not all of those people that ate the stuffing turned out to be very nice people.

I'm not sure how old this recipe is... but I know it was also my Grandmother's stuffing recipe. I know very little about this stuffing besides that it is delicious, it's crazy simple, and everyone in my family has their own strange connection with it.

Picture IS related.
The stuffing has to be made the night before and left in the fridge raw overnight to become the awesome stuffing-butterfly that it is the next day.  I remember very clearly growing up that my Aunt Lori would come over the night before Thanksgiving and drink Bloody Marys with my mom as they made the stuffing, which slowly became more and more amusing throughout the night.  After the stuffing was mixed and resting in the giant metal bowl my mom reserved specifically for this task, I would watch my mom very seriously struggle not to eat most of the stuffing raw.  I have a very vivid impression of my dad scolding her for it, "Linda! There are RAW EGGS in that!" and then he'd laugh, as if he just realized how ridiculous it was to scold her for something she did every single year without getting sick.  Then she'd giggle like a little girl getting away with something and lick the spoon. I suppose this proves that most eggs will not, in fact, kill you instantly if you eat them raw. Not that I would suggest you eat this stuffing raw (If I had a lawyer, he'd want me to say that).

Once the stuffing was baked, the challenge became keeping my Aunt Lori and I away from the crispy top layer. Oh, crispy top layer... you tease me with your crunchy deliciousness.

This recipe was dictated to me over the phone by my mother, who hasn't needed a recipe for it since God knows when. Probably never. If there's something that's not clear, let me know... but it's pretty cut and dry.

My Mom's Stuffing


2 pounds lean ground beef
1 package of Sage and Onion Croutons (preferably Brownberry), 2 packages if also stuffing a bird
1 whole head of Celery
4 onions
2 sticks of butter
2 eggs
Whole Milk
Salt & Pepper to taste
  
Brown the ground beef and drain off the excess fat.  In a separate pan, saute the onions and celery until soft in a stick of butter.  Add about a teaspoon of salt and black pepper to taste to the vegetables when they are done cooking. If the onions and celery become dry while cooking, add up to a stick more butter.  Put the croutons in a very large bowl and wet with milk.  Don't be afraid of the croutons getting, as my mom would say, "Gunky."  They have to be very wet for the stuffing to work.

Put the hot ingredients in the bowl with the croutons and mix.  Beat the eggs, and add them to the mixture. Make sure everything is incorporated well, and wet. If the stuffing seems dry, add more milk.  It shouldn't be floating, but it should be sloppy. Cover the mixture and let sit in the refrigerator over night.

The next day, bake in a preheated oven at 350 degrees for about an hour, covered for the first 45 minutes (or, stuff inside of a turkey, and roast as usual).