Starting the weekend before, I made cinnamon ice cream (which I will post about later) and pate brisee. On Tuesday I made the scarlet-carrot soup and my friend made the cranberry relishes. On Wednesday morning, we brined the turkey, and I picked up some beautiful flowers in the Flower District.
Big Nick's for some greasy pizza and one tall Heineken.
One crowded walk home due to the loads of people watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade balloons getting blown up (why do people care about this? I am still trying to figure it out), I made my way to my apartment to begin making the pies - apple, pecan, and pumpkin. Unfortunately, my oven was on the fritz - accurate at one temperature - one hundred degrees off on another. This led to some slightly burnt crusts, that really just ruined the appearance, but thankfully not the taste. On top of that, I had accidentally put corn flour instead of corn starch in the pumpkin pie filling. One of my friends was so sweet to go out at 1:00 in the morning to get more ingredients so I could start over.
Broken plastic chair thanks to Clark, J.Photo taken by Clark, J. Petty Officer 2nd Class, USN.Photo taken by Clark, J. Petty Officer 2nd Class, USN.Early next morning, we got up and got the turkey in the oven. In the meantime we made stuffing, zwieback rolls, and put finishing touches on the soup. I also made the menu to pin up on the wall.
Intoxicated Navy Officer/Fry Cook. Photo taken by Clark, J. Petty Officer 2nd Class, USN.
Guests arrived in the midst of everything, and they happily doodled, drank wine and beer, and ate olives, pickles, and cheese while they waited for us to finish things up.