After an epic fail attempt at dinner tonight, I thought, let’s recap on the good of Thanksgiving….relive those little hen memories.
I wanted to make a lot of food for thanksgiving because food is love. And that’s what a normal thanksgiving is, way too much food. And with E working all day, and the day after, and no family, well…it needed to feel like a normal thanksgiving. So regardless of if it was just E & I, my menu was set. Luckily my friend accepted an invite and we ended up having E’s coworker as well. All expats!
I decided against a turkey (even though I found where to pick out my own bird) because my oven is tiny and we fight a lot. So I went with a “Cornish Game Hen” recipe that my mother swears by. Well, here they just call em “Poussin” but thanks to google (hey, I took German my whole life) I found they were the same thing. It was funny when my mother asked the night before if they were defrosting already and I said they came fresh. Apparently in Northwest Indiana you must get your Poussin frozen. I probably saw these little buggers alive last week in driving to the garden center.
So the menu was:
- Spinach Artichoke dip to start
- Roast Cornish Hens with Bacon Walnut Stuffing and Wine Sauce
- Green Bean Casserole
- Corn Bread Casserole (Paula Dean’s but no cheese)
- My mother’s cheese veggies (ended up poorly- not sure why when hers is great)
- Jazzed up Cranberry sauce (thank you Wendy Williams for the recipe the morning of)
- Mashed Cauliflower and Butternut Squash
- Pumpkin Pie
- Pumpkin Oatmeal Cookies
And it actually turned out good! Okay, not perfect or like the best ever thanksgiving. As mentioned, cheesy veggies were undercooked and water. Green bean casserole was just kind of meh. But, corn bread casserole was great, jazzed up cranberry sauce was great, mashed stuff was good, cookies were good. What I was most concerned about- the hens and the pumpkin pie- both turned out amazing!
I might even make them again. Which is saying a lot since I was mentally scared after I had to pluck the hens (okay, they came plucked, but not very well) and cut off toenails and toes! YES! I CUT OFF LITTLE TOES OF MY HENS. It was so gross. I think they were dewclaws or something? Do hens have dewclaws? I don’t know but I yelled oh my god with every pluck and hack of a finger.
It was actually a pretty good thanksgiving. I didn’t even get sad! Well, a little sad reading my great-great-grand uncle’s letter from the Civil War. It was this letter my dad had acquired and delighted in reading (to everyone’s dismay) every Thanksgiving. Well, if I’m starting my own thanksgivings….I’m bringing the letter with me. I think he’d be happy…although our guests seemed utterly confused and slightly weirded out. Maybe because the letter is pretty random, but it does talk about how shitty war was and how much he wanted to go home for some good food. Thus, we should be thankful our lives are not that shitty and we eat good food every day.
Oh and E’s coworker brought an apple pie…which we later used to make apple pie milkshakes. Thanks (again) to Wendy Williams! They were pretty amazing- frozen apple pie, vanilla ice cream, milk, and some cinnamon. Do it, do it!