Thursday, November 24, 2006: Thanksgiving
Ok, so, American Thanksgiving. It was a bit of a bigger deal than Canadian Thanksgiving the month before (when I was given three measly chickens to stuff and no cranberries...
...but whatever. I still knocked their socks off with the pumpkin pie. So much that before I even knew I'd be cooking, my pie was on the Thanksgiving menu.
Spent the day before Thanksgiving in the kitchen prepping stuffing, turkeys, carrots, potatoes, gravy, pumpkin, the works. We even had cranberries to make a sauce.
It being Danielle's first Thanksgiving ever, she had the honour of stuffing our three turkeys, a task she undertook with unbridled enthusiasm.
Almost too much enthusiasm...
Forgot to get a shot of the finished products. But, well, they looked like three roasted turkeys. I'm sure you can all imagine.
The scene in the kitchen on Thanksgiving Day was general mayhem: it was our second day in the new kitchen and dining room and we were set to feed 70 people. Where's the grater? The funnel? More towels! Serving spoons! The garlic! But never fear, the team's all here; we pulled through, and in the end there were even a few leftovers. The pies were a hit, too. Especially the special staff pie (not shown).
I swear I had nothing to do with that particular act of sabotage.
After working for two days to prepare a full home-style menu—not to mention it being our first big night in the new place and Danielle's official last night (though for, um, health reasons, she was unable to vacate the premises for another 36 hours, but how were we to know?)—we were due for a bit of a par-tay.
Rich lets loose grown-up fancy-pants New Iguana-style (note the wine glass) after months of hair-pulling to get the place ready.
Have bar, will dance. A new Iguana tradition begins (the ceiling was too low in the old place to allow for such shenanigans or we'd have been all over it then, too.)
Rich and a star-spangled Rusty.
Danni shows Rich the love one last time.
And, for posterity, one last pic of me and Danni.
It was a muy feliz acion de grace para todos a la Iguana!
...but whatever. I still knocked their socks off with the pumpkin pie. So much that before I even knew I'd be cooking, my pie was on the Thanksgiving menu.
Spent the day before Thanksgiving in the kitchen prepping stuffing, turkeys, carrots, potatoes, gravy, pumpkin, the works. We even had cranberries to make a sauce.
It being Danielle's first Thanksgiving ever, she had the honour of stuffing our three turkeys, a task she undertook with unbridled enthusiasm.
Almost too much enthusiasm...
Forgot to get a shot of the finished products. But, well, they looked like three roasted turkeys. I'm sure you can all imagine.The scene in the kitchen on Thanksgiving Day was general mayhem: it was our second day in the new kitchen and dining room and we were set to feed 70 people. Where's the grater? The funnel? More towels! Serving spoons! The garlic! But never fear, the team's all here; we pulled through, and in the end there were even a few leftovers. The pies were a hit, too. Especially the special staff pie (not shown).
I swear I had nothing to do with that particular act of sabotage. After working for two days to prepare a full home-style menu—not to mention it being our first big night in the new place and Danielle's official last night (though for, um, health reasons, she was unable to vacate the premises for another 36 hours, but how were we to know?)—we were due for a bit of a par-tay.
Rich lets loose grown-up fancy-pants New Iguana-style (note the wine glass) after months of hair-pulling to get the place ready.
Have bar, will dance. A new Iguana tradition begins (the ceiling was too low in the old place to allow for such shenanigans or we'd have been all over it then, too.)
Rich and a star-spangled Rusty.
Danni shows Rich the love one last time.
And, for posterity, one last pic of me and Danni.
It was a muy feliz acion de grace para todos a la Iguana!
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