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Tasty Tidbits Tuesday

Now that I have OD’d on Reese’s peanut butter cups, malted milk balls and eaten more than my share of snack-size Snickers, I figure it’s time to start planning the Thanksgiving Day meal.   I came from a family who served the same side dishes year after year (TRA-DISH- UN)!  During the years my kids were growing up and Thanksgiving was a meal shared with the extended family, TRA-DISH-UN again ruled and certain sides were absolutely mandatory.  Now you may be thinking I’m talking about Candied Sweet Potatoes or Giblet gravy or well you know…but what I mean is stuffed artichokes, stuffed mushrooms and a certain bread stuffing. That was how the first 40 Thanksgivings went down.  I’m not criticizing those meals because I loved some of the family traditions we had;  Like sitting at the table from 1pm till 9pm.  After the main course, we would put a big bowl of grapes, apples and tangerines on the table and a bowl of mixed nuts (in the shells of course).  Then the coffee was brewed and the pies came out.  And once those dishes were cleared off the table, we played games.  It could be anything from Monopoly, Family Feud or Trivial Pursuit ( you can see the chronological progression in the choice of games).

Fast forward and for the last 20 years or so, I have let my autonomy and creativity take hold.  It’ has resulted in a file folder chock full of assorted recipes for a Thanksgiving dinner.  Stuffing has evolved through sausage, chestnut, cornbread and herb.  Depending on who’s at the table, the sides might include an old favorite such as string bean casserole known in my house as White  Trash Casserole (my kids term, not mine) or even (yuk) canned cranberry sauce.

All of this distertation is not really digression but rather a lead in to my idea of posting several dishes from Thanksgivings past and present over the next couple of weeks.  Maybe it’s a warning to those of you who don’t cook or who don’t like to vicariously cook through reading recipes.  So you have been forewarned and let the recipes begin!!!!

ROASTED PARSNIPS with ORANGE ZEST

2 lbs. parsnips, peeled and cut into large match sticks

1 Tbsp olive oil

1 tsp salt

1/2 tsp fresh ground black pepper

Grated zest of one orange

Heat oven to 500 degrees.  Place parsnips in a large bowl; drizzle with olive oil, and sprinkle with salt and pepper. Toss to coat.  Turn parsnips into large roasting pan and roast, shaking pan occasionally, until golden, 10 -15 minutes.

Remove from oven, add juices and zest, and toss to coat.  Return to oven and roast until parsnips have caramelized, 5 – 10 minutes.  Transfer to warm bowl and serve.

Serves: 6-8     Time: 15-20 minutes



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I just got home from Boston and in time (late though it may be) to post some Six Word Memoirs that I received this week.  As the weeks roll by, I find it interesting to read my own memoirs and those of my readers and note how as our lives take various twists and turns, some good, some not so good, our six words often reflect that fleeting moment or life-long desire.

My week in Boston was spent alternating between cuddling a newborn sweetie and coddling my granddaughter, Finley who is suffering ever so slightly from the many rapid changes in her life (Daddy working in NYC, Mommy nursing a newborn, going to nursery school) and I think she may have a small case of the terrible twos. So although I usually put my own Six Word Memoir last, this week it’s first.

“I want my  Mommy” said Finley – Me

I am baking 3 rum cakes – startingoveringermany

Job abandonment – Not a horrible idea – Weez

Can it almost be Thanksgiving? Yikes! – Gail

If you read this blog, you don’t need me to go into yet another explanation of the origin of The Six Word Project, so I won’t.  Recently, one friend/reader said she tried to do the Six Word Memoir but she can’t.  I can only encourage you to try – put the pen to the paper and think…about your life, your dreams. your present day situation, a bad or good feeling and the six words will write themselves!

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Easy Off the Flesh Eating Cleaner

The oven at the shore was a mess – between dropping half a dozen hot hors d’ouevres (gooey cheese, dripping sauce) in the oven on Halloween because I was rushing, not thinking and possibly the black vodka had something to do with it AND followed by Thanksgiving (well you know what that does to the oven)- this oven was yukky.  I don’t really want to do this chore and would like to say “It’s not my job!” . Turns out I am blessed because Peter says he would be happy to do the dirty work.  I really think this posture comes from the fact that he is convinced he would do a better job and so I say Gay Gezinta Hate! I had brought the can of Easy Off down to the shore from our apartment  and handed it off to Peter.  He decided he would rather clean it the old fashioned way or his way as he puts it; lots of elbow grease, a razor blade, a Brillo pad and paper towels.  AND apparently  the can of Easy Off had no fizz left in it – I wonder how old it really was?  I could have brought it with me from Connecticut, (12+ years ago) as unbelievable as that may sound! OKAY so I never said that I baked a lot, or roasted for that matter but I DO cook!

I tossed the Easy Off can into our recycle bin and forgot about it.  Last night we were to bring the trash and the bottles, cans and papers out front for pick up this morning.  I grabbed the plastic bag containing the bottles and cans and SPLAT, SPLASH – I am covered in some foaming brown stuff and it has splattered on the walls, the cat litter box, and spilled on the floor.  I am screaming, “OMG, OMG ” and some other phrases which I will not print here so I can maintain my G rating.  I yell at Peter and say “Help me”,  “Get me something, I ‘m burning!” Here comes the classic husband response: “What do you mean you’re burning?” I replied with exactly what you would think I would say  which was. “I’m burning, what do you mean,  what do I mean? I’m burning!” At this point, I am ripping my jeans off, the right leg dripping with what looks like foaming coca cola or hot chocolate.  THEN it dawns on me that the Easy Off can lid was probably not on properly and the liquid dripped out and as we know just how caustic it is, it ate through the plastic bag which I had grabbed and was swinging towards the door and myself.  As my leg was burning, I began to wonder if Easy Off was flesh eating!! I put the jeans under the faucet, tried to wash my shirt sleeve off too and Peter tackled the brown spots all over my very special Metro slippers!

The morning after the night before – I am finding brown splatters EVERYWHERE and think that some drops ate away some of the color of linoleum floor.   Geez Louise!!!!

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