I’m home, back to blogging after a really relaxing week at a cabin with friends. We sat around a roaring fire, played games, read, took walks, and ate. Oh boy, did we eat.
There was Bo Ssam, Pot-au-Feu, Raclette, lamb shanks, duck legs…
…waffles with bacon, french toast with sausage, nutella-filled crepes.
Also, that little holiday known as Thanksgiving fell smack in the middle. Pies, turkey with gravy, maple-glazed yams, sage stuffing, potato casserole.
It was a week of delicious eating in a beautiful setting with good company.
There’s only one problem. Matt’s birthday happened to be on our first day back home and the only way I know to celebrate and show people I care is with food. Normally, we’d go out or I’d cook an elaborate meal and spring for something manly like a big steak or rack of lamb.
Not an option this year.
So what was I to make, coming off this week of gluttonous eating?
