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As I mentioned earlier, I was a scheduling maven for this project. I got points accomplished not just on time, but ahead of time. I even had a day off somewhere in there. Everything was just as relaxed as could be . . . except Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving. I had to work on Wednesday, which was, needless to say, my busiest cooking day. Luckily, my maternal sous chef picked up my slack, and all the tedious chopping and time-consuming steaming were accomplished for me. My dad had even accomplished the last of the grocery shopping . . . or so I thought.

I had left smoked salmon off of my list for him, planning to choose it up myself. Of course, I forgot, and only realized that I had forgotten at around midnight. Panicking, I called my brother, who was enjoying a night out with a friend from household. I begged him to stop at a 24-hour grocery store for me and, prince that he is, he agreed.

Needless to say, that grocery store didn’t have smoked salmon, and I returned to my panic. Luckily, I got a different reprieve: yet another grocery store would be open on Thanksgiving morning. My dad went out very first thing and returned with the salmon, which I chopped up and turned into smoked salmon tartare, as per Dean Fearing’s recipe in Food & Wine.

Plus the tension, it was worth it. Those small smoked salmon bites had been seriously superior. Though, how could they not have been? The tartare is fairly significantly everything I really like mixed together: smoked salmon, capers, cilantro, garlic . . . With the exception of sour cream and perhaps anchovies, I would eagerly eat every one of the ingredients having a spoon. No wonder the result was so great.

I paired the smoked salmon tartare with Todd English’s ricotta toast points, which I discovered in New York Magazine. My thought was that they would present a lighter option to the tartare’s pungency. Instead, the powerful flavors of the salmon overpowered the ricotta, generating it appear dull and bland. So no, they didn’t go incredibly nicely together. Immediately after we had gobbled up the tartare bites, having said that, the toast points turned out to be tasty and refreshing. Next time, I’d serve them with something milder and sweeter, like baked brie.

A much better example of my superb planning had been the apple-pancetta buttermilk biscuits. I mixed them up, stamped them out, and froze them a week ahead of time. Wednesday night, I stuck them in the fridge to thaw, and with virtually no last minute scramble on Thanksgiving, we had hot, fresh, buttery, flaky biscuits.

I’m fairly proud of these, really. I knew I wanted to create biscuits to use within the stuffing (additional on that later), and I figured that, although I’m baking, I may too make some for the table too. My first stop was the baking bible – or rather, the Baking Handbook. I created one batch of buttermilk biscuits following Martha Stewart’s recipe straight, as well as the bit of additional dough that I baked on its own was certainly delicious. Having said that. Far be it from me to question Martha, but I have to say that my adaptation in the next batch was a definite improvement. The sweetness of the apples along with the saltiness of the pancetta combined for one of those perfectly addictive flavors, perfectly suited to the fluffy biscuits.

The mussel-and-spinach bisque was one more adaptation, from Marsha Kiesel’s recipe in Food & Wine. The major change was switching in some coconut milk for cream, which ended up being a delicious idea that really brought out the briny flavor of the mussels along with the perfume of saffron.

I couldn’t make the soup ahead of time, but as it was the only thing I had to make from start off to finish on Thanksgiving, I wasn’t in any rush. Almost certainly the trickiest factor was managing the mussels, but I figured it out with the help of a bit world wide web research. My dad had picked them up the day just before and they lived overnight in a cocoon of wet newspaper in the fridge. Within the morning, I covered them in cold water for half an hour to let them spit out some sand. I then scrubbed them under a running tap, ripping out the beards and tossing any wide open mussels. After they steamed, I went by means of them again, now tossing the closed shells. I then picked the strange little mussel bodies out of their shells and set them aside until the rest of the soup was prepared to serve.

My only initial hesitation in choosing the mussel bisque was my mom. She loves the taste of mussels, but is squicked out by the texture and the idea that it’s “the whole body! Every little thing is in it!” This turned out to be rather simply solved. I ladled out her spinach and mussel broth first, then added the mussels back into the soup for everybody else.

The bisque turned out to be a great starter for an otherwise seafood-free meal: simple but elegant. I wanted to avoid last year’s mistake, which was a shrimp and crab bisque that was both profoundly tasty and so filling that my diners had difficulty continuing on. Thinking about the massive amounts of food on the table, I didn’t would like to blow my wad so early.

It’s genuinely his loss although, because it’s all the delicious components that make this salad what it really is. I had to create some adjustments to the type of screwy original recipe, which I’ve detailed below, but the end result was perfectly balanced. The tangy sweetness of the maple dressing echoed the flavor of the butternut squash, which was so caramelized that my mom had trouble believing it hadn’t been doctored with sugar. The spicy leeks and salty feta kept the salad from going into candy territory, along with the toasted pecans punctuated it with richness. Since the holiday, I’ve utilised the leftovers as meals in themselves, which have proved incredibly satisfying.

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