Have I Mentioned.

Somehow it has been a week already since I last posted, and honestly, it feels like only a day or two has gone by. Time seems to be speeding to the point where I, so many days, feel as though I'm treading water just to stay afloat. Ten, eleven, twelve hour workdays are done in a blink with hardly even half of my to do list accounted for, an inbox stuffed full with emails. My mood after those long days teeters between exhaustedly invincible and wholly sardonic. Where one wrong thing could be the final tug on the string that completely unravels me.

At home, when I'm there, I lose myself in the kitchen working desperately to balance three or four things being made at once, that there aren't enough hands (or counter space) for my camera to capture them. And really, even though I've invested in a flash, I've been far too lazy to properly learn how to use it and hate the bulkiness and uneven weight distribution in my hand. But I have put here some flash taken pictures for you of a roasted pear and fennel salad I made a few weeks ago. The warm bite of the pear colliding with the cool and creamy chevre and tangy balsamic almost feels like comfort food (and I normally never consider salad a meal).

There have been other dishes, of course, and many things to say. But often, by the time I'm in bed with my laptop waiting for the Tylenol PM to kick in, my thoughts are so fragmented and hardly cohesive enough to make sense to anyone but me.

But I digress. My point in writing this post was not even really to mention the pear salad (though I hope that assures that Brent isn't going starving or that I've entirely abandoned the kitchen). The point of this post was to mention, in case you didn't know, that I am hosting Thanksgiving this year. For both families.

(deep breaths)

Never mind that I have never even helped roast a turkey before in my life. Or that the number of meals where I have successfully had all of the dishes on the table at the same time can be counted on one hand. I, in some act of foolishness or insanity, decided that feeding twelve adults and a toddler was n'est pas grand and offered up my house and my oven for this all important American holiday of football, gluttony and giving thanks. It is my favorite.

(deep breaths)

And not only that, but this next week I have plans to make a 'test' turkey for friends as we celebrate our own little Thanksgiving together before everyone goes off to their home towns to be at their own family gatherings of football, gluttony and giving thanks. I am trying not to focus on the exorbitant task of cooking two turkeys in two weeks during the busiest I have ever been in my six year career (and while our company moves office buildings). Yes, I am going to focus on the good things, the weirdly happy consumerist things...like this little love of my life that arrived today fresh off of the Crate & Barrel truck and straight to my dining room and is the first step in a complete nouvelle Frenchification of my eventual dream kitchen.

 *Ignore my unpainted window trim.

(which also includes these butcher prints I ordered on Etsy weeks ago and have yet to frame)

Note the multiple magazines I have on hand to prepare myself, including Family Circle's Thanksgiving 101 that my sister non-jokingly gave me.

This weekend will be devoted to many things, among them securing some fairly important items, like a roasting pan and meat thermometer. And maybe, just maybe taste testing a few cranberry cocktails. You know, for my guests.
Wish me luck...

1 comment:

  1. Good luck! I'm sure everything will turn out wonderful!