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desperanceOranges and cloves and allspice and cinnamon: of course I can't be the first to declare these the harbingers of the season, but for me they are emblematic. Like coming out of a brightly-lit department store in mid-afternoon and finding it dark outside already. It's a palpable hit, a fifty-year fall back to where anticipation made my breath catch and my skin shiver with delight.
I hope there are still cranberries in the stores. I made Thursday's turkey's cranberry sauce yesterday - after a long wibble about recipes on Facebook, I just kinda improvised with the juice of a tree-orange and a healthy glug of port, spices in muslin, half a cup of sugar stirred in at the last - and we may have eaten almost all of it with the roast pork instead. (It was supposed to be smoked pork, but the smoker kept tripping the fuse for reasons unknown as yet.) So that is all to do again, alas.
The turkey is dry-brining in the spare beer bacon fridge. I shall make its stuffing today, which we shall not call dressing, because silly. Apart from that, I'm not sure. I've a recipe for a prepare-ahead mashed potato casserole that I might try out, to avoid last-minute stressings. And lots of cleaning, of course, and more shopping. Oh, and I should sharpen the knives. There's a thing.
I hope there are still cranberries in the stores. I made Thursday's turkey's cranberry sauce yesterday - after a long wibble about recipes on Facebook, I just kinda improvised with the juice of a tree-orange and a healthy glug of port, spices in muslin, half a cup of sugar stirred in at the last - and we may have eaten almost all of it with the roast pork instead. (It was supposed to be smoked pork, but the smoker kept tripping the fuse for reasons unknown as yet.) So that is all to do again, alas.
The turkey is dry-brining in the spare beer bacon fridge. I shall make its stuffing today, which we shall not call dressing, because silly. Apart from that, I'm not sure. I've a recipe for a prepare-ahead mashed potato casserole that I might try out, to avoid last-minute stressings. And lots of cleaning, of course, and more shopping. Oh, and I should sharpen the knives. There's a thing.