Between Seth hunting and me working and all of the shuffling
around that comes from having in-laws who have in-laws – we just couldn’t make
Thanksgiving at our house work.
So! We regrouped, reconfigured, and reorganized. And are now
going to be hosting a Christmas party/open house/Festivus instead!
I really love hosting gatherings at our home. I’d rather have a cavity filled than leave our house for a social engagement, but the tables are totally turned when I’m hosting the party. I love having people over! Milling around, making drinks, munching on snacks! It’s the best! I like decorating the house and doting on guests. As evidenced by Cheeselandia last year and my podcast-themed birthday party this year. Call me crazy, but I even like the clean up afterward, too.
Sides may be the most important part of a meal for me. They can make or break the main course. Elevating and uplifting it or dragging it down to the bottomless depths.
Luckily, this cornbread stuffing does the former.
It will complement the savory bird at the center of the table, being sturdy enough to stand in the place of a traditional stuffing. Or, it will delightfully contrast a tart cranberry sauce, adding just a hint of sweetness from a generous amount of cornbread. It’s enough of a departure to feel adventurous, but not so outlandish that your guests are unwilling to try it.
In a word – it’s perfect.
I’ve got quite a few recipes that are perfect for your
Thanksgiving day and dinner needs! Let’s discuss them, shall we?
I had chess pie for the first time when a former roommate of
mine made it in South Carolina. It’s a southern staple – essentially a custard
pie thickened slightly with cornmeal.
Now, I’ll be honest, I wasn’t a huge fan of the pie the
first go round. I wasn’t really a fan of my roommate, either. Not because he wasn’t
a great person & friend – he was! I just don’t like roommates very much. Of
So far, Seth has remained the exception. I like hanging out with him, I’m relaxed and totally myself when he’s home, and my hair hasn’t started falling out from stress (as it has with previous roommates).
It certainly helps that he is a willing and enthusiastic taste tester. I’m learning how to gauge his reactions to a recipe rather quickly now. I can tell whether he likes something without any words, simply by reading his body language and facial expressions.
Months and months ago, I clicked on an ad from the Wisconsin Dairy Council. They wanted to know what I knew about cheese, see some photos I’d taken, and have me write an essay on a food memory that meant something to me. So I told them, I made an intense cheeseboard, I wrote about Sam.