In the fall of 2000 we hosted Thanksgiving dinner for nine and it felt like a giant undertaking. Giant. Colossal. Now I cook for seven people most nights without breaking a sweat. Still, it was funny to realize that our quiet Thanksgiving dinner for this year involved the same number of people as the one that made me think I deserved a medal for unparalleled organization and dedication to dishwashing.
Elwood was determined to serve as many of our CSA vegetables as possible, which meant a lot of vegetables. I had a bad pastry day, with the result that a lot of pecan pie filling wound up on the oven floor. (Tart pan with a removable base + cracked crust = lots of smoke.) But you can't have a feast unless you set the smoke alarm off, right?
Right?
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