Maybe I was feeling a bit presidential by ‘pardoning’ a supermarket turkey this year (someone else can eat it). Or maybe it’s just that as each Thanksgiving comes along, I find myself wanting to cook less of it, in the sense that at first it was a breast, then thighs/drumsticks, on to turkey burgers and finally turkey cold cuts for some previous Tday or other. Missing is that urgency like I would have if I were stateside, so why not throw a butterflied chicken on the grill? I smoke out my neighbors and we get to eat a bird on this most American of holidays.
On tonight’s menu is grilled chicken, kohlrabi and carrot coleslaw, and pumpkin pie. We all have many things to be grateful for, each and every day. Many thanks for all of you who visit and continue to read this blog. Happy Thanksgiving from the chestnut forest!