I'd say "that's what I always say", but I don't always say it. Except for days like today...
I'm in the process of moving. My life in TX is winding down and a new life in Mississippi is calling me. Really, it's shouting at me rather loudly, but I can only do so much about that.
I had the opportunity to go test out that life in Mississippi for Thanksgiving. Except for the part where I got bronchitis, it was wonderful. Cooking Thanksgiving with my honey was a blast. We always have fun when we cook together.
This post is the highlights of that.
The man is a wizard with a grill. Give him fire and he will create dinner. For Thanksgiving he decided to smoke our turkey. Look at this...
This turkey was a little 6 pounder dressed only with a smear of olive oil. It sat on that grill for nearly 8 hours soaking up smoke from apple wood chips. Three hours into it he confessed he had never done this before. But let me tell you! That meat was A-mazing. Seriously. I had teased him about buying a deep fat fryer / homemade bomb for Thanksgiving since we were now officially in "fried turkey" land. He politely declined. And I'm glad. Yum!
For grins, I've decided to experiment with gluten free baking. So that's what I did for Thanksgiving.
When we were in Sedona to get married, we ate a Key Lime Pie that had a pecan crust. It was incredible and caused me to begin wondering about the possibilities of other types of crust besides the flakey flour kind.
The crust was made with chopped pecans. They were a little too course, truthfully. But it is a start. They were mixed with a little baking mix and maple syrup, then briefly baked. Then the filling was poured in and it was all baked for an hour to set the pumpkin.
The pie was good night #1. But it got better the longer it was out of the oven. Imagine eating your pumpkin pie and then finding you had a slice of pecan pie hiding inside. It was the best of both holiday pies. Wow.
And just for grins. There's a dollop of homemade whipped cream. Can't beat it.
Happy adventures.
