The combination of the holiday weekend and the elementary school crowd left to their own devices distracted me from my cookie adventure. Although it was small- just the Mr., my kiddo, and me, it seems impossible to not have spent the entire day in the kitchen. Thanksgiving just doesn't seem the same without the whole shebang. So, I spent the day in the kitchen not mixing dough and rotating pans through the oven, but roasting turkey, and making more side dishes than 3 people should ever be allowed to sit down to. I made a whiskey pear tart for dessert that turned out to be disappointing, although beautiful.
Pears, almonds, and whiskey are such soft flavors on their own and get lost with each other without an acid contribution. Think pear and raspberry, almond and chocolate, whiskey and Coke.
I meant to get right back on my wagon, but spent the weekend entertaining. When left to our own devices, we end up with a case of Old Style, an epic Chicago deep dish pizza and 10 people in my tiny little apartment.
A pound and a half of sausage, pepperoni, red pepper, olive, artichoke hearts and 2 POUNDS of cheese later, I think I'm still recovering. It was my second attempt at deep dish. Being an east coast girl, New York pizza is where my heart lies. I was shocked the first time I picked the pan up to put it in the oven. It must have weighed 10 lbs; I think I weigh 10 lbs more too. Delicious is always worth it. There's something so satisfying about giving someone 1 slice of pizza, a beer, and leaving them overfed.
So, here I am, back on the cookie wagon and vowing to write something every day. How do I expect to rule the world in sugar and flour if I'm not consistent? Come back tomorrow to see what I'm up to.