Weeks of menu planning. Days of cleaning and cooking. All for...25 minutes of eating.
Granted, it was a meal to remember. My husband, the frustrated chef, made one hell of a turkey (which may have something to do with the cup of real butter he injected into its flesh). The mashed potatoes were so creamy they didn't even need gravy. And the stuffing?
Well, I made the stuffing, but it was still pretty darn good.
I also made a kick ass pumpkin cream cheese pie. But, when you think about it, there really wasn't much chance of that going wrong. I mean, pumpkin and cream cheese? Might be the world's second most tasty flavor combination (chocolate and peanut butter being the first).
There was one failure, though.
My pecan pie. I followed the instructions to the letter, and it looked and smelled wonderful (I should have taken a picture). But, like so many things that are beautiful on the surface, it disappointed once you saw (or, rather tasted) what lay beneath its gorgeous exterior.
It tasted like ass. Sugary, gelatinous ass.
I won't be making that one again.
And now? Now we have approximately 12 pounds of turkey left over, along with a vat of mashed potatoes, various breakfast loaves, quiche...it's a dieter's nightmare. Especially since we are back down to the two of us in the house (three, really, but one doesn't eat much).
But I have willpower. Or, at least I will...once that pumpkin cream cheese pie is gone.
Friday, November 27, 2009
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Hahahaha. I just polished off a slice of pumpkin cheesecake while reading this. Gah.
ReplyDeleteDon't start the diet until AFTER your pumpkin cream cheese pie...YUMM. And i want that recipe, sounds divine!
ReplyDeleteYUM!
Where do you live? I'll come help polish it off.
ReplyDeleteI *may* have eaten a piece of that pie for breakfast. Only one piece left! Here's the recipe, for anyone who would like it: http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/pumpkin-pie-recipe/index.html
ReplyDeleteOh yes. We are still conquering our mountain of leftovers. It is the only time of the year I actually force the Hubs to eat pie and he, in return, acts like it is some kind of chore, when really he secretly loves it, esp the part where he sprays aerosol whip cream directly into his mouth. (Last year he had Mum-in-laws bring three pies for four people. ugh.)
ReplyDeleteI am sorry to hear about the ASS-Pie.