Well, given the circumstances in play at the moment at Chateau Right and environs, it looks as if it’s going to be a quiet Thanksgiving, with just Mr. Right and me in attendance–accompanied, of course, by the two (very large) dogs, the six cats, the two rabbits, the fifteen sheep, and the one remaining goat. A couple of weeks ago, there were two goats, and then I saw this (click to embiggen a bit if it’s hard to read the caption.)
Really, I laughed until I almost cried. It’s so true! And within about seventy-two hours, I had my answer. It was one of the goats. Poor old thing. She’d lived a good life, and was several years old when I got her a good while ago. Her end was easy; one day she was prancing around in the field without a care in the world, and the next day she’d lain down in the barn, gone to sleep, and that was it. May we all be so lucky. Although, all things considered, I’d rather not be on the barn floor when it happens. But I digress.
I’m not sure I’m up for a roasting whole turkey, or even just a turkey breast. I think I’ll save the festivities of the full-blown feast for Christmas, when there will be more of us together, and I can pawn off substantial amounts of leftovers on some of the guests when they leave. So at the moment, I’m casting around for a non-traditional alternative.
The leading candidate at the moment is salmon, baked in parchment packets on a bed of asparagus and served with salsa verde. Something which I love. I love it so much that I’m even contemplating a trek to Pittsburgh next week (for me, that’s like going to the dark side of the moon; now I don’t have to do it for work, or even family, I’d rather stick forks in my eyes than drive to the ‘burgh), and going to one of the two rather decent fish markets in the Strip District (no not that kind of “strip”) to find a nice piece of salmon. I’m imagining it served with one of my favorite sides, yams/sweet potatoes mashed with coconut oil. Something that a friend told me about a few years ago, and which I adore. (Use extra virgin coconut oil, preferably organic. If the stuff doesn’t knock you over with the aroma of fresh coconut when you open the jar, it’s not going to work too well.) Done right, it’s delicious.
That’s about as far as I’ve got for now. I need some more sides, and of course, a dessert.
Please weigh in with your own suggestions for non-traditional feasts, or if you’re doing the whole nine yards (why is that even the saying, when it actually requires ten yards to make a first down? Or is it not, actually, a football reference?) please tell us what will make your day special, whether it be people, places, activities, or yes, even the food (or the drink. Don’t forget the drink).
Happy Thanksgiving, all!