Slowly finding my way out of the fog of the holiday food coma is like coming to after a long night of drinking. I have vague memories of a general giddiness and bits and pieces of specific memories triggered by the photos below...
|Simultaneously, Mike made his his famous lasagna and tiramisu.|
By 2pm, the house was cleaned. The table was set. Everyone had arrived on time with their assigned dishes intact (This Thanksgiving, we decided to go pot-luck.) . All was well.
|I'd put out the appetitivi and amuse bouche, smoked rainbow and lake trout over creme fraiche and chives on chips.|
|I clearly remember putting out the butternut squash soup...|
...but then it's all downhill from there...
I know that we ate in courses but each succession overwhelmed and erased all impressions of the last...
Jess and Dave brought out a beautiful radicchio salad with cranberries and walnut, perfect in color and texture and flavor for the day.
|Mom, enjoying said salad|
Then Michele upped the ante and knocked us all out, literally, when he put out his incredible lasagna. I remember perfectly al dente noodles and a creamy meat sauce and the wonderfully crisp texture of the slightly charred cheese on the top layer of the pasta. (No one had time, or the presence of mind to take of picture of it, unfortunately. The photo below is the best that I could do, and as you can see from the shaky quality and Michele's expression, we were all already high and disoriented from the food and the wine and the flavors and each other and the knowledge of all that was still yet to come.)
This is literally the last clear impression I had before I was overcome by the wave of pure gluttony that we call Thanksgivng...
|Papa Irv getting ready to go in on the turkey and ham.|
|Ellen, Papa Irv, Ma, me, Mike, Ty, Eddie, Dani and Edna|
|My plate of rice and beans, mac and cheese, yams, collards, potato salad, kale salad and a dollop of ham atop turkey in the center of it all.|
|Even Sylvester was like, "Say what?!"|
...and sweet potato pie and tiramisu and banana pudding and cupcakes...
|..and an earnest, "Good night!" from Ryan.|