My turkey is sitting in a large ice chest, brining in apple cider. How's your turkey?
I love these next two days. Today I have 8 pies to make, Pumpkin pie, maple pecan pie, chocolate silk, and apple pies, rolls, breads, treats and desserts. Tomorrow the turkey and all, and I do mean all, the trimmings. I have been itching to get to work this past week. Knowing that I couldn't until today.
I'll admit it, I am a baking dork, an addict. I will be running around like a chicken, excuse me, turkey with its head chopped off. Freaking out and stressing. All with a smile and a cuss word. 4 types of deviled eggs, 2 different sweet potato casseroles, pumpkin breads, 2 types of mashed potatoes, 2 different rolls, breads that line the bar, vegetables raw and cooked in various manners, 2 different stuffings, bread stuffing #1, bread stuffing #2, jellied cranberry sauce and a cranberry chutney! We also have a friend coming out, he doesn't have family here, and I asked for his request of what was traditional in his family, 3 new recipes for me to learn. Oh I am a gluten! Don't care either. With everything we are struggling with, we have one day to have a harvest feast, a day to remind ourselves of the plethora of things we are thankful for. We get one day to not worry about losing everything.
I don't know if I will be posting tomorrow, but as I get up at 4 am to get that bird in the oven, I just might stop by.