Around 10 o’clock last night I made a batch of pumpkin bread because Clay was working late and America’s Next Top Model All Stars was still recording on our DVR. The bread turned out perfect, and while it was still cooling on the stove I immediately started wiping off my Kitchen Aid mixer to keep pumpkin batter from fossilizing on any of its precious parts. In the middle of scrubbing, I totally caught myself humming “You Are So Beautiful To Me”.
This relationship is getting pretty serious.
This relationship is getting pretty serious.
I texted my Mom and told her I accidentally serenaded my kitchen appliance, and she wrote back suggesting that the name of my first book could be My Mixer and Me: A Love Story. Then we both decided that the only appropriate cover for such a work of literary genius would be my Kitchen Aid mixer and I spooning.
Coming soon to a bookstore near you!
But anyway …
Inhaling the intoxicating aroma of warm bread circulating through my kitchen, I started to fantasize about all of the holiday treats my ladylove and I were going to make this year. Then that got me thinking about the upcoming holiday season in general, and I started to get giddy with excitement.
And so that brought me to something I haven’t done in quite awhile …
Hive-five! Raise the roof! Fist pump! And other equally embarrassing celebratory hand gestures!
Who doesn’t love a little holiday gluttony? I sure do! I’m pretty sure that other than Jesus and presents, food is everyone’s favorite part of the holidays. In fact, I have every intention of gorging myself from Thanksgiving straight through New Years unless I get diabetes or a clogged artery first. If that’s not the proper way to celebrate the birth of our Lord and Savior, I don’t know what is.
From one pig to another, I’d like to share with you some of favorite holiday treats and dishes!
Things I Love Thursday: Holiday Eats Edition
Green bean casserole
Green bean casserole is the first holiday dish I ever learned to make on my own because A.) it’s stupidly easy to make and B.) the directions are put on every single can of green beans known to man. But besides being a simple dish to prepare, it’s super yummy and I don’t think I’ve ever been to any Thanksgiving celebration that didn’t have it. The amount of green bean casserole I can eat in one sitting is almost as embarrassing as the number of times I voted for Taylor Hicks on season 5 of American Idol.
Pumpkin flavored anything so long as it’s not pie or cheesecake
I love the taste of pumpkin, but I strongly dislike pumpkin pie. Does that make sense? It shouldn’t. My tummy absolutely LOVES pumpkin cupcakes, pumpkin bread, pumpkin cookies, and the pumpkinly-like, but for some reason pumpkin pie triggers my gag reflex. I will admit that I only dislike pumpkin cheesecake because the first and only time I ever had it, I got sick with the flu that night and well, you all know how that goes. And to be even more ironic, while I can’t eat pumpkin pie itself, I absolutely LOVE the smell of it (Hence my undying devotion to the Yankee Candle of the same name). If it wouldn’t be so creepy and weird, I’d probably dab a little bit of pumpkin pie behind my ears and wear it as perfume because while I can’t stand to eat it, I would marry the smell of pumpkin pie if it were legal.
My mother-in-law’s homemade chex mix
The change in seasons from hot, sticky summer to cool, crisp fall brings heavy coats, football season, daylight savings time, and buckets of my mother in-law’s homemade chex mix. As soon as there is the slightest hint of a chill in the air, her sons know that they best be booking it over to Mama P’s house to get their hands on the rack of cooling check mix that will inevitably be waiting next to her stove. I’ve always had a pretty indifferent relationship with chex mix; to me it was just a typical salty party snack. That is, until I tried Teresa’s. I knew her chex mix was like catnip to Clayton, but I never fully understood its majesty and power until I finally tried some for myself. She gave us bags of it as a Christmas present last year—that’s how much we all love it!
My mom’s riced potatoes
Believe it or not, riced potatoes don’t actually have any rice in them, but the consistency of the finished potatoes lends itself to the name. After you boil the potatoes on the stove, you run them through a potatoe ricer and they come out in fluffy little rice-like clumps. It’s a great variation of plain ol’ mashed potatoes, and I’m pretty sure that my mom makes them better than yours. Riced potatoes are a Turkey Day tradition at our house, and I’m often times very guilty of having second and third helpings (and then wandering over to the fridge later that night for leftovers).
The pickle and olive tray
I think the only person in the world who can fully understand this one is my sister, Ashley. When I had my first Thanksgiving with Clay’s family, I sat at their table and immediately thought, “Where’s the pickle and olive tray?” Apparently the pickle and olive tray is only a staple at my Mom’s Thanksgiving table, but I’ve never known anything different so I just assumed that everyone else had a serving platter of various olives and pickle spears too! Black olives, greek olives, dill pickles, garlic pickles—you name it! And I’ll happily eat it.
Do I really even need to speak too much on this one? Having bottles of champagne around my family’s Thanksgiving table (and in the kitchen and in the living room and even some in my bedroom if I can stumble that far) is as much of tradition as the turkey itself. I'm not a drunk, but I do enjoy
several a glass es of the bubbly.
Wow. I’m pretty sure just writing this post gave me heartburn.
But, tis the season!