The calm before the Thanksgiving eating storm:
To start. Butternut risotto, with a chervil, thyme, oregano, garlic butter & chunks of sauteed squash stirred through at the end:
Possibly the best risotto I have ever eaten:
Which was followed by a classic Thanksgiving dinner – with a few twists. Roast turkey, obviously. Cranberry sauce. Candied yams with pecans. But the green bean casserole was made with a bechamel, sauteed mushrooms and home fried onion rings.
And then there were the mashed potatoes.
We didn’t have your standard mash. Oh no. We had Joël Robuchon’s pomme purees. Basically: you cook fingerling potatoes,then peel them, then rice them, then put them through a chinois, and beat in so much butter you think your arteries may explode. They are illegally good. And take f**king forever to make. And about five seconds to inhale in greed.
Of course, we had an audience for our gluttony:
With it all we drank a 2004 Marcassin Zio Tony Ranch Sonoma Coast Chardonnay. Mmmmmmmmm…..
Et apres ca:
Pecan pie with homemade vanilla ice cream (made by infusing cream & milk & vanilla caviar for hours):
And washed down with a 1994 Ca’Togni Napa Valley (black muscatel).
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