We celebrated Thanksgiving last Saturday. It was in no way a traditional Thanksgiving meal. We committed the ultimate Thanksgiving faux pas: there was no turkey. But we wouldn't have had it any other way.
My roommate Paula was in Patagonia on business so Júlia and I were left to fend for ourselves in the kitchen. And let me tell you, we rocked it. We worked in shifts. Our kitchen isn't huge and it would have been a bit much for both of us to be slaving over the stove at the same time. Not to mention hot. Keep in mind we're smack dab in the middle of a nasty heat wave. So being near a hot kitchen is not exactly my first choice of places to be.
Here was our menu:
For starters we had artichokes with blanched spinach and a mixture of lightly sauteed onions and red peppers au gratin. Served with a side of triangular fried cornmeal crisps.
Dinner consisted of the following:
Summer squash baked with cinnamon and sugar and infused with clove
Fresh picked corn simmered in butter with a fresh basil garnish
Peeled potatoes smashed with butter and heavy cream
Homemade lasagna with julienned zuccini, carrots and peppers and vine-ripened tomato sauce
Free-range chicken roasted to perfection
|Spinach artichoke dip (with tortilla chips), squash, (frozen) corn, mashed potatoes, lasagna and store bought rotisserie chickens|
Before dinner, we drank copius amounts of Chilean wine and Brazilian caipirinhas. I made the mistake of filling up on wine and not saving room for any of the food. Oops.
Here's the whole group:
|Having difficulties with the self timer|
We finally sat down for dinner around 12. As in midnight. Talk about a non-traditional Thanksgiving. Well we did go around the table and say what we were thankful for. I was the first, but not the only person at dinner to give thanks for Chilean wine. I guess it's no wonder why my roommates have nicknamed me "Maggie White Wine".
|Erick carving one of the chickens|
We had a ton of food left over. So we did the only logical thing. We invited everyone over for lunch on Sunday. It proved to be too much for some. Before the inevitable food coma kicked in we pulled some mattresses out for nap time.
|The Thanksgiving newbies sleeping off the chicken coma|