Alternately titled: Why I gain at least five pounds when I spend a week with my parents.
My Dad likes to cook. He likes to try new recipes and perfect old ones. It's awesome. We always eat good food. It's un-awesome in that I always seem to gain weight when I'm around him.
For Thanksgiving we brined our turkey for 3 days and then smoked it. It was gorgeous as well as the best tasting turkey I've ever had. Very moist and had the perfect amount of smoke flavor.
We made a pumpkin pie. My Dad made the crust, my Mom and I made the filling and my Dad and I made the leaves with extra crust to adorn the top. Classic pumpkin pie, great with a bit of whipped cream.
And of course the famous deviled eggs. My Dad and I worked on these together. Always a crowd pleaser. :)
Another day we whipped up a batch of raspberry sorbet. It takes a bit of time to strain out all the seeds, but it is oh so worth it.
It was the perfect balance of sweet and tang. Delicious.
A few days after that we made fresh clementine sorbet. And oh my goodness it tasted just like biting into a clementine! New favorite for sure.
Then, on the night before my sister and I had to journey back to Columbia, we made a batch of crème brûlée. It seems like an intimidating recipe, but it's actually pretty easy.
Baked in a water bath, coated with brown sugar and torched to make a yummy crust.
Smooth, creamy, delicious. Man, I could go some of that right now.
Luckily, I've managed to lose most of the weight I gained Thanksgiving week. But I'd better work on losing a few more - Christmas is right around the corner!
Anyone want to come over for some sorbet?