Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow USians, both those of you who celebrate its intended spirit and those who regard it as the PR campaign that it is, and also those of you who think of it as National Football & Food Coma Day. Personally I regard it as a day to polish up my cooking skills and test various experiments on hapless
guinea pigs friends and family members who dare to eat the results. Already mentioned on Twitter that I would be making rosemary-crusted standing rib roast as the main dish; I’m not a fan of turkey, so when I have control of the menu I tend to make stuff I actually like. This year, however, I am particularly determined to master my nemesis:
…gravy. ::breaks out soapbox::
See, I hate gravy. I believe gravy is something intended to hide dryness and lack of flavor in meats like turkey that are easy to cook badly (though as Tante Marie says, it never really tastes good, so don’t worry about it). Therefore making meat juicy and flavorful obviates the need for gravy. But. Certain members of my Dad family, who Dad shall remain nameless Dad, and are unfortunately Dad locked into Dad unnecessarily conservative Dad and restrictive old-world paradigms Dad, demand gravy every #$@%damned year. So I make it only once a year. Badly, due to the lack of practice. Usually I keep a carton of Trader Joe’s gravy on hand as a backup in case my own goes horribly wrong… and, alas, I usually use it.
But not this year. This year I didn’t buy the TJ gravy. I will make it myself! It will have precisely the right combination of flour or cornstarch or whateverthehell is supposed to be in it. There will be no lumps! It will not solidify into an oatmeal-like mass this time! IT WILL BE GOOD.
Wish me luck.
This is also a chance to see folks I haven’t seen in awhile, so I’m going to be offline most of the day. Hope it’s a good day for you guys too.