If I had to sum up the last two weeks in one word it would be “turkey.”
Ah, Thanksgiving. The frenzy of the grocery store, getting the turkey thawed in time, waking early to get it in the oven, searching for oven space for that last casserole — and don’t forget to heat the rolls!
October has been a very full month for me, and I couldn’t have asked for more.
Oh, to be Canadian and live in the United States. Then you’d have the opportunity to celebrate two Thanksgivings!
When this column appears, I’ll be back home in Columbus, but as I write it I’m on Day 8 of a 10-day road trip. To remain true to the spirit of my column, I’ll relate the trip as food memories.
I have a little follow-up to a few of the recipes from the last few columns.
Just after my last column (about chicken Milanese), I received two emails from blogs I follow.
When I was young and foolish in New York, I had a French boyfriend for a time who introduced me to rose wine and veal Milanese.
I am most definitely not a food or restaurant critic. And I’m not a professional food journalist. I do read a lot of food writing and understand that there is technique, talent and skill involved in it.
On my last visit to the Hitching Lot Farmers’ Market in Columbus I came home with okra, green beans, little potatoes, corn, peaches and delicious tomatoes.