Alternate title: Things That Happened In November And December, About Which I Have Not Blogged.
I hosted Thanksgiving for the first time this year. Yes, I cooked. No, it wasn't stressful. I did not roast a turkey. I grilled kebabs - chicken and steak and bell peppers and onions - and roasted garlicky parmesan potatoes. There was salad and hummus and fruit. And cranberryish sangria.
People were legitimately shocked when I told them my menu. Scandalized when I said we were eating at actual dinner time - 5:30 - instead of in the middle of the afternoon. Not the ones who came to our house for dinner, of course, they knew what to expect. I just have never understood why one day a year we serve food we never normally eat at a time we never normally serve it. We can express our gratitude just as easily over a plate of grilled chicken and fresh vegetables as we can over a plate of carved turkey and green bean casserole, right? There's no need for extremes. Maybe I just don't get it. I have said before that I'm a Thanksgiving Scrooge. It's the one holiday I really can't jump on board with, for a lot of reasons, but I was happy to throw together a tasty family dinner just the same. Here is the sangria recipe, if you are into that kind of thing. I'm normally not but this was DELICIOUS.
Cranberry Sangria (adapted from this recipe)
Mix together one bottle of white wine (I used Moscato but it's a matter of preference), 2 cups cranberry juice, 1 cup pomegranate blueberry juice (the blueberry was an accident but a happy one and I recommend it), 1/2 cup orange juice, 1/4 cup simple syrup, 2 or 3 quartered mandarin oranges (Halos), 1/2 meyer lemon (sliced into thin rounds), 1 cup fresh cranberries. Chill 4-6 hours before serving.
We did that thing at dinner where everyone said what they were thankful for and I totally choked. I couldn't find a good way to articulate everything on my heart. Everyone forgave me. Then I talked a big game about how much butt I was going to kick at Trivial Pursuit and I lost terribly and everyone forgave me for that as well.
We went to Universal Studios to check out the new Harry Potter stuff. It was awesome. Knockturn Alley was impressively creepy.
And then it was my birthday. I turned 33. I ate a cupcake. And then a few more. Happy Birthday to me.