With my husband in the bedroom, nose buried in the book he is currently engrossed in, I decided that this quiet evening would be best used to catch up on my blogging. Another Law and Order on and I am down to the last one of the season I am watching. I've made a big bowl of my dog's favorite treat: popcorn. She can hear the jingle of the kernels rattle in the container from behind the bathroom door. I don't know what it is about dogs and popcorn, but she just loves it. She'll actually sit by the microwave, waiting for it to be done so I can toss her some plain pieces. My hubby just finished his book, "Down To This" and declared it a must-read. I've been getting bored with Angels and Demons seeing as how I just read The Da Vinci Code and they are rather similar stories so I'm looking for a new book. I think I'll make this my new read.
Back-track. With the intoxicating smell of fall in the air, my next culinary target was bread. There's is nothing in the world as tantilizing as the smell of fresh-from-the-oven, homemade bread. This is the smell that can can turn the darkest of clouds into rainbows and the worst days into smiles. I was craving some homemade bread so hauled out the kitchen chair, climbed up and reached onto the top shelf of the make-shift pantry to get down our beast of a breadmaker. Bought on Kijiji for a Christmas present for C, this bulky beauty churns out the most amazing dough. I was skeptical of the breadmaker after seeing the clunky loaves that seem to be a standard of the tool, but after finding out it could make dough (mix, knead, proof), I was hooked.
Dark rye was the recipe that I wanted to try, especially since I had just bought some molasses for the ginger cookies. I carefully measured out all of the ingredients and added them to the breadmaker, shut the lid, plugged in the device, and went to change the setting to dough. Except, the setting wouldn't change. Huh. I could feel the breadmaker start to heat up, so I unplugged it and tried it again. No dice. Same thing after 5 tries so I decided to see what setting one would do (medium loaf, certain crust settings, etc). Well, what it did was make terrible flat, dense, dry bread. The inside was delicious but the crust was hard as rock! Fail. I hate wasting food so it's still sitting on the counter. I think I'll use it for croutons next time we have soup.
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Dark Rye Bread - Fail |
C and I have been having a really hectic and difficult time this past month with our busy schedules and the never ending house projects. With C out getting his tattoo coloured in (for the past few hours - in the end, it would be five), I decided that since we hadn't had a nice sit-down dinner together in far too long, I would cook something special for us. Thanksgiving was right around the corner and we had 2 dinners, one on Saturday night at my aunt and uncles, and one at my parents place Sunday night, giving us very little time alone. A plan came to mind and I felt very pleased with my idea: to create our very own, intimate Thanksgiving dinner pour deux. I made a trip to Safeway, picked up the ingredients that I needed, and got down to work. Mashed potatoes and a sode veggie were required. I wanted to do fresh green beans, but I couldn't find any so brussel sprouts were my next option. I prepped these sides first by washing and chopping them. They were ready to be boiled when the time was right.
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Yellow potatoes, cut into chunks |
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Brussel sprouts prepped for cooking |
What would a Thanksgiving dinner be without turkey? I wasn't about to buy and roast a whole turkey in the few hours that I had left to prepare dinner, so I decided on one better: fresh turkey breast. And what comes to mind when I mention turkey dinner? Well, I am sure that all families have their own traditions, but we've typically had stuffing, cranberry sauce and gravy. Instead of making each of these as sides, I thought that stuffing them inside the turkey breast would be tasty. To stuff the turkey breasts, I needed them to be flattened out. The best way I have found to flatten meat is to place it between 2 sheets of plastic wrap and pounding them to the desired thickness.
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Turkey before pounding |
I typically find turkey breast to be a little tougher and dryer so not only does pounding them flat allow for them to be filled with stuffing, but it also tenderizes the meat.
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Turkey breast after |
I'm going to admit that I took a shortcut for the next step. The stuffing I made wasn't homemade, it was Stove-Top. Buy One Get One Free at Safeway (hanging my head in shame). I thought the cornbread version would be tasty and I was certainly wrong. Stove Top stuffing tastes pre-packaged. Uninspired, bland, with tiny cubes of bread. Pathetic really, but it would have to do since it was only the stuffing part of this meal and time was a major factor.
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my cheat ingredient |
The stuffing took about 5 minutes to make so the main protein of the meal was easy to make. I carefully placed a scoop of stuffing in the centre of each turkey breast and then topped that with dried cranberries. A cranberry sauce would have been better, but I went with what was on hand.
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Stuffing ingredients |
After rummaging through the pantry, I found some cord for trussing meat. Perfect! I dislike using toothpicks for this type of thing. Trussing the meat was a little tricky since I over-pounded some spots, making the meat too thin to hold together. Some patience and perseverence and everything was fine.
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Turkey breast, stuffed |
The turkey dinner was just about ready. I got a call from C with an update on how his tattoo was doing so I had my timeline.
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trussed turkeys |
The potatoes were boiled until soft and then some butter, milk, salt and pepper were added to the pot.
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mashed potatoes |
Some fresh dill, chopped and thrown in for extra fresh flavour and we're off to the races. The brussel sprouts were on the stove, cooking. A pack of turkey gravy, prepared and keeping warm, waiting to be served.
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fresh dill mashed potatoes |
C called and was done his session and on his way home. I had put the rest of a bottle of gin in the freezer and had picked up some fresh tonic and limes. There was something very 50s about having a cold drink ready for my man when he came home (minus the slippers, pipe, and traditional roles).
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G&T, perfectly prepared |
C got home: tired, sore and hungry. I placed the cold refreshing drink in his hand, ushered him over to the dining room table where I had loads of candles lit, and soft music playing in the background. I served us a lovely Thanksgiving dinner, just the two of us, by candlelight. The brussel sprouts were overcooked but everything else was very tasty.
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First Thanksgiving dinner of the season |
The turkey was perfect. Moist, flavourful, and the stuffing and cranberries inside were perfect. The whole dinner was made even more perfect by it being alone with my husband. What C and I need most is quality, alone time together so the night was a lovely ending.
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Turkey roll and dinner |