A conversation with one of my students last night led me to a decision about this year's Thanksgiving meals. I was thinking about my youth, when my mother was feeding five kids on a sergeant's salary and had to make things stretch, and I suddenly had a hankering for some of those dishes.
Meat loaf. Potato soup. Apple pie, with vanilla ice cream. I'm going to make these things from as close to scratch as is reasonably possible. OK, I'll just buy the ice cream, and I'll use a store-bought lower crust for the pie, but I'll try my hand at the upper crust. Buy some chuck steak and grind it myself - I've heard too many bad things about what's sold as ground beef. Worcestershire sauce and maybe some mushrooms for the meat loaf; a little bacon to go into the potato soup.
Mmm, memories....
Meat loaf. Potato soup. Apple pie, with vanilla ice cream. I'm going to make these things from as close to scratch as is reasonably possible. OK, I'll just buy the ice cream, and I'll use a store-bought lower crust for the pie, but I'll try my hand at the upper crust. Buy some chuck steak and grind it myself - I've heard too many bad things about what's sold as ground beef. Worcestershire sauce and maybe some mushrooms for the meat loaf; a little bacon to go into the potato soup.
Mmm, memories....