I came up with a menu*. I scaled the recipes up for the
number of people I was feeding, photocopied all the recipes, and put them in a binder.
I made a master shopping list. I made a list of every pan, mixing bowl and
utensil that I would need for each thing I was making. I made a timeline of what needed to be started when,
when it had to go on the fire, what could be made ahead of time, and what had
to be done last minute. I was as prepared as humanly possible for something I
had never done before.
On Wednesday night, I made the cranberry sauce, and did as much food prep as I could. On Thursday morning, our host took himself to the grocery store to pick up the two fresh turkeys he has ordered previously, while I kept cooking.
He returned with two frozen turkeys.
He said they’d lost his order. The best they could do was send him back with frozen turkeys. Turkeys that were supposed to be on the fire in very short order. So I did the only thing I could think of. I named them John and Priscilla, and put them in the shower to thaw while I kept on with the meal prep.
The rest of the day was mostly a blur. I do remember that
the turkey on the spit (Priscilla) cooked faster than the one hanging from the
clock jack (John) so we rigged up a reflector with a sheet of something shiny. I remember one of our
guests coming in and taking pity on me and kneading the dough for the rolls. I
remember the stiff upper lip when one of the Brits decided to try pumpkin pie
for the first time and was very surprised that it wasn’t bad. I remember
another member of the family helping with the washing up. On Wednesday night, I made the cranberry sauce, and did as much food prep as I could. On Thursday morning, our host took himself to the grocery store to pick up the two fresh turkeys he has ordered previously, while I kept cooking.
He returned with two frozen turkeys.
He said they’d lost his order. The best they could do was send him back with frozen turkeys. Turkeys that were supposed to be on the fire in very short order. So I did the only thing I could think of. I named them John and Priscilla, and put them in the shower to thaw while I kept on with the meal prep.
But mostly, I remember thawing John and Priscilla in the shower.
*Nut Breads (for nibbling while I got everything on the table)
Crab Soup
Roast Turkey
THAT had to be a challenge
ReplyDeleteI wonder. My mom (Iowa farm wife) would have called in a couple of favors -- had a neighbor or three take on a couple of dishes, things they enjoyed/excelled at. A manor-scale dinner would have likely taken a manor-scale kitchen -- or kitchen and outdoor oven. With helpers.
ReplyDeleteThe effort for this dinner was heroic -- and but I wonder of the heroism was actually authentic, given the scale of the event. "Nothing was overdone but the cook!"
Um, who did the dishes? Just kidding!