Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Peace, Love, and Squanto

By Cornelia

May you all have a Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat, and spend no time whatsoever on the Group W bench.

If you don't know what to do with those turnips, try a little Puree Freneuse:

2 cups milk
1 cup uncooked rice
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons butter
2 to 3 cloves mashed garlic
thyme (preferably fresh)
3 to 4 white turnips, peeled and chunked
2-3 tablespoons heavy cream

Bring milk to simmer. Add rice, salt butter, garlic, and thyme. Cook for ten minutes until rice is partially tender. Stir in turnips, adding more milk if necessary to submerge. Cover and simmer another 10 to 15 minutes, until turnips are tender. Liquid should be almost entirely absorbed; if not, uncover and boil, stirring, to evaporate it. Puree through food mill (or Cuisinart) and return to pan. (You can do this much ahead and stop here).

Reheat before serving, stir in cream by spoonfuls. Turn into hot serving dish, garnish with parsley.

(from Julia Child & Simone Beck's Mastering the Art of French Cooking)

And remember, you can get anything you want, excepting Alice...

But the dump IS closed on Thanksgiving.


  1. Remembering Thanksgiving - my favorite holiday memory of childhood. One year, mom brought home some little decorations for the Thanksgiving table, probably from the card store. I think there were 4 - two little Indians and two little pilgrims, one of each gender. I enhanced the female pilgrim by finding a red felt tip pen and writing a large capital "A" on her homespun little pilgrim dress.

    "Yessir Officer Obie I cannot tell a lie. I PUT that envelope under that garbage."

    And too all a good turkey. And have a great day, my secret twin.

  2. Someday, dear Andi, we need to recreate that centerpiece...

    Happy happy day to you!

  3. Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate! xoxop-

  4. Hi, Cornelia!

    I hope you and yours had a nice Thanksgiving, too. Were you able to relax? I kept worrying about my to-do list, but I did eat a lot of food. :)


  5. Thank you for this! We were driving around yesterday with bags of Thanksgiving trash in our car cuz the dump at the community where the 4 brothers and families rented a house big enough for all of us was closed, and only one of the group knew why we were laughing. Hope you had a great holiday!

  6. So there I am at the inlaws on Thanksgiving (which is a far far better place to be than with blood kin, trust me) and Bro-In-Law sloshes up, his arm in a sling (torn rotator cuff from some odd chainsawing episode) and sounding like his mouth is packed with cotton (which it is-- some odd dental repair work done the afternoon before) and he's got the CRAZY EYES going something fierce, likely due to the painkillers for the teeth and shoulder injuries as wel as his new anti-depressant prescription and maybe some wine he ought not to have had, and he asks that question I hate:


    "Well what?"

    "Well? When are we gonna sing?"

    "Uh, when Hell reports an unexpected cold snap?"

    "You know-- the traditional Thanksgiving song!"

    "Dude, I have no idea what you're saying, and by the way you're drooling blood. Just a little."

    "Eighteen minutes long! You know it!"


    "NO! You know it!"

    "Alice's Restaurant?"


    He pumps his fist to the sky, turns to go inside where he passes out on the sofa, and Arlo was never sung.

    And I gave thanks.

    An odd day, on the whole, but not remarkably so.

  7. Ah, Lois and Brett...

    and if THREE people do it... three... can you imagine, three people walking in, singin' a bar of Alice's Restaurant and walking out? They may think it's an organization....

  8. Thank you, Cornelia--what fun and fond memories you evoked, even of the father r.... Oh, never mind.

    Tom, T.O.