Yup, what holiday really signifies stuffing your face till you pass out and if you don’t, you are the odd ball out. We had a posse of great friends and a few new acquaintances over for food, drink and merriment. I am not a big fan of cooking for hoards of people. I prefer the small intimate diners where you can worry about detail and know that you don’t need a long distance phone plan to talk to guests at the other end of the table, but there is something satisfying about looking around a long table and seeing everyone eating, laughing and enjoying themselves. While I knocked out a prosciutto, thyme, garlic 22 lb behemoth of a turkey, mike’s famous stuffing, and a host of appetizers, many friends rounded out the meal with amazing additions. Sylvie, a fine Canadian, brought her killer sugar pie, and a traditional meat pie. Yes in Canada they apparently give it to you strait. Garron, banged out a fatty mackerel dish, that was strangely enough loved by an Israeli. Josephine and John did a stuffing. And Antonio, who claimed that “I can’t cook… I will bring booze” did just that. There was more of course. But what made the meal so memorable was the community effort to make it all work. Ahh holidays.
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