I am looking forward to cooking a democratically elected dinner. What wins when eight diners vote on each course? Shocker: not brussels sprouts. Chestnut soup, overwhelmingly; mashed potatoes, by a nose; sausage stuffing, natch; four-onion gratin, a surprising upset; and green beans. My sister-in-law-in-law is baking the pies—thank goodness, as I am horrible at crusts—but if I have time, I’d like to make some maple ice cream to go with them.
No matter how bad the economy, no matter how crappy the state of our industry, no matter how crotchety I find myself getting about politics, bills, self-centered people and incessantly barking dogs, there is still an awful lot to be thankful for. Happy Thanksgiving.